Pheasants Oats Lost
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One morning a female pheasant descended for love
She struts her stuff outside my patio door
Eager in her search and apparent in her end game
Feathers of grey brown and flecked in blacks but drab over all
Then a beautiful cock appears beside her unaware of me
Plumes of crimson red autumn browns and blacks and whites for feathers
So beautiful compared to the female gal
They study each other and fret and back away and in again
She does not want to give in for now
She stands still finally and does not move
He circles her in a one foot radius watching her lack of movement
He cranes his neck under her beak and continues to circle for half an hour
He circles and circles but something tells her no and finally she refuses
She walks away in to my rough grass to the back of the house
He thinks she is in the grass but I notice she immediately went through the hedge
Gone for good he stays in the rough grass another six hours searching in vein
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