Tail like a wagging semaphore
upon a rock, high-pitched chirps
penetrate my idle thoughts beyond
the flea-bitten ground squirrel
eyes trying to focus, mesmerized
by the slightest movement
of the approaching snake.
Not too old to remember,
I do not have to watch to know
what goes on in the world. We
either escape or make peace
with the snake over breakfast.
I have two (now) large covey’s her on my place. Early morning wake-ups for me. Thanks for your work.
Love Quail, my favorites.
There are snakes in the grass everywhere!!!