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.”