Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Arrival

partly masked quail
brown shadows through white grasses

careful and plump

moving on a zig-zag trail
of thoughtful deliberations

3 comments:

  1. A beautiful description, Lorna. I have always thought quail one of the cutest birds ever.
    K

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  2. Plump, huh? Makes me think the observr is the hungry hunter. Run Quail run!

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