Quail
Quick and swift, dash away
quilling crown, so flashy
quite a bird, moves in flocks
quirky squawks when fleeing
quest to kill, tasty meal
quoth the hunter, who waits
quaint portraits show the prize.
A Pleiades Poem
9/29/2022
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2022
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