Quail Covey
in the garden lives a quail covey
they make me smile every day
a dozen small brown speckled bodies
of pleasing plump shape
darting about
scurrying along the garden edge
dust bathing in dirt scrapes
calling to reassure each other
something in their purposeful busyness
and social natures
is so endearing
how lucky I am
to have the trust and fellowship
of this cooperative collective
in this space we share
26 September 2022
Copyright © Julie Draper | Year Posted 2022
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