Poetry, The Daily

Bob Bob Bobbin’ Along

three quail scratching for seeds in an autumn lawn
on Flickr

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Returning from picking up a lovely lunch of chicken salad and spinach/bacon quiche from Voltage Coffee House, we enjoyed the bobbing heads and quiet clucking of this covey of quail.

Birds are such a lovely addition to the view out our windows– songs and hopping and flying from one part of their daily antics to another; they are a joy that calms the mind and soul.

Bob Bob Bobbin’ Along

Not red-breasted
This covey of quail
But striped with plumes
Bob bob bobbin’ their trail
Scratching, pecking
Seeds from summer blooms
Singing “Chicago” while some sing “squill.”

Sheri Edwards
11.15.22 320.365.22

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