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
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