Saturday, April 17, 2021

today's poem - "Pheasants"

 

Pheasants

 

A few more pheasants step a field

flown down at mad angles somewhere

tall in prairie grass under a short sky

searching, searching, before take off

 

Their famous colors, rings, feathers

and claws spread, making footnotes

squeak-squawk along pecking ground

grousing scalic insect and seed

 

walking festivals of feather they are

but at a sudden start they launch

glory wings spread low to the ground

and quickly, quickly beauty disappears

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