The Quail Mystery

Mayhem, murder and accidents On the evening news without fail. While I walk the floor in worry Over a tiny quail. He appeared in my yard last week And I laughed as I saw him peck. He stayed around and yesterday He climbed upon the deck. I brought Kitty into the house And went out to scatter some grain, But the little thing had vanished Not to be seen again. I don’t know from where he came And I don’t know where he has gone, But I fell in love with this cutie As he pecked upon my lawn. There are wild cats and coyotes Who would be apt to do him harm, But I hope he’s only hiding. He decorates this farm. By; Joyce Johnson Fopr Constance The Rambling Poet's Beautiful Bird mini blog contest. 1st in contest