Questioning Quivering Quails
Do quivering quails qualify for welfare? My child queried me.
I was startled at the question, it is interesting you can see.
What are quivering quails? I asked my quick-witted four-year-old.
I am not sure, but I read about them somewhere, he said big and bold.
What is quivering? I asked him, questioning what he had read.
I was pretty sure I had slipped my romance novel under my bed.
Quivering, you know, like this, he said, shaking his head and his teeth.
I was relieved to know he means shivering, relieved beyond relief.
Do you want to see what a quail is? I asked him, thinking he did not know.
He got down on his hands and knees, his hands were now quite low.
Pulled a wildlife animal book out from under his closet debris.
I did not remember ever reading this, but I must have, I could see.
There was a huge quail and it was shivering in the winter cold.
See? He said, all excited. His enthusiasm will never get stale or old.
I decided to stop my cleaning and pay attention to him that day.
Thirty years later, I am glad I also decided to bring out some blue clay.
For questioning four-year-olds who turn thirty-four grow up and go.
You can never get them back, no matter how much you desire, so….
Stop cleaning and vacuuming and pay attention to your little guys.
When they get married, they are whisked away before your eyes.
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