Sunday Poems - July 25
Fat-bodied Quail
The hawk tucks his wings
extends his claws
and dives towards
the unsuspecting quail--
The fat-bodied quail
pecks the dirt
wails to his peers
prepares for winter--
One dive, one beak,
one claw
the quail's head snaps
blood spurts--
The fat bodied quail
rests in the claws of the hawk
winged to a nest
high in a fir
Unlike the quail
the fear of the unknown
saves us from the hunt--
But-- sometimes in the deep night
the shivers come
the pain strikes--
Sometimes we are only one meal
one drink from our end.
The shadow covers us all--
Death comes
with sharpened claws
Cyn Bagley (c) 2011