Monday, April 4.’16



I watched a bevy of quail this morning.

They popped out one by one

from under a flowering bush

that made them invisible at first.


I listened as the boldest one

whispered, ”We need to cross

the street.  I’ll go first.”

And away she raced—running


so fast she put roadrunner to shame,

her legs moving at such a speed

you could scarcely see them.

From the safety of the bush


across the street she squeaked,

“O.K. Next.” And one by one they ran,

their comic little bodies speeding

and chirping in triumph as they safely arrived.


I guess we all need someone

to lead the way, to say “look. I did it!

Now you can too.”



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