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
Sheri Edwards
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.”
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Poetry/Photography
I wonder, if I draw a line... 