Best Quail Poems

Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm

Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Should turning back in vengeance be the Dead Man’s qualm
Though even as the end nears the comfort of proffered pardon
Will in no way replace the...

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A covey of quail
Under a snarl of brush
Out of the weather...

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God gave Moses and his brother Aaron this celestial command:
"I have selected thee to lead My people to The Promised Land!
You'll wander in the wilderness for forty years in the scorchin' sand!
I'll hold you personally responsible to see that nothin' gets outta hand!"

After many plagues,...

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sleeping quail~
soft snores forgotten
under a blanket of Gravy...

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The sudden storm trapped
baby quail in the gutter.
Somehow, he got free.

See "Sudden Storm" by Andrea Dietrich....

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QUAIL   ARMY   SONG

I don’t know but I’ve been told
No quail born ever gets old
It’s plain that we gotta fight
For each and ev’ry God-given right
To be quails and not  hors d’oeuvres
It’s simply what we  all deserve
We want quail houses with...

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Quick and swift, dash away
  quilling crown, so flashy
    quite a bird, moves in flocks
      quirky squawks when fleeing
         quest to kill, tasty meal
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May I taste the unbreakable bond to the perfect union of 
Uni and quail eggs.Two true dancers
Stir vigorously
Agitate rice while it absorbs fish stock

May I never acknowledge obstacles to the perfect union of
Uni and sake.Two adventurers
Interlock freely
Fine-tuning Español while rice grains formulating starches

Inevitable extrovert –...

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When I turned twelve, Dad bought me a shot gun
Thought two sons hunting with him, would be fun
My brother also got his at that age
They were Remington Wingmaster, 12 gauge

Dad had two Pointer bird dogs, both well-trained 
This is a breed born to hunt, it’s...

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They named me the wilderness quail
I'm not as pretty as other birds are,
my feathers are golden, brown and frail;
I hide when a storm starts and my bizarre
behavior becomes fret, no stone pine
can protect me on a noon with aflare
lightenings crossing the semi-dark atmosphere.

Uncommon and ignored...

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Quail Run

The birds are quiet in the morning. 
They eat the bugs on the ground, all around. 
They are beautiful. 
They are peaceful... 
They are Quail. 

By noon the rooster is in full form. 
He is challenging all comers, to a fight. 
No one is...

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The night deepens her charms
On the threshold the bells toll
Shadows follow her treads
Evading hushed moonlight sheen.

Yonder bellows the wind 
Werewolf’s sniff their clans call
Clouds play hide and seek 
Terror the night she in her minks:  

Merge shape shifter moves in stealth
Foot print to feline...

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Eternal love is considerate, in its presence ~ gliders grace with elegance—Poet
                                All true...

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Absorbing sunset colors as I sat,
I heard the soft mews of a mournful cat,
Lost somewhere in the garden near the lane.
For its forlorn owner I sought in vain.

Suddenly there came the sounds of quail calls
Though quail never feed here as evening falls.
Were their cries clues...

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stealthily tracking
harmless game like rabbit. quail ~
clever, skilled hunter






Wild Animal Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
I used howmanysyllables.com to count syllables
April 11, 2022

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