The Little Things

She’s standing motionless, Tail erect, Feathers waiving

Looks intense too, Her eyes speak in silence

Close the distance, Quietly, Poised and ready

Expect it, Prepare to be startled

Glance back, She’s still stone, Heartbeats rising

Continue forward, One step then another

You hear it first, The sound unmistakable, Suprisingly loud

Spin to the left, One bird

Frantic wing beats, Quartering across, Feeling rushed

Mount and swing, Slap the trigger

Way behind, The others explode, Chaos

Too many, Can’t choose

That one, Cock bird, See the white

Swing through, Feels right

Dead Bird! Dead Bird!, Start the chant, Keep your mark

She delivers and wags, That-a-girl!

Black bars across a white breast, Beautiful bird, Not a feather out of place

She’s moving again

 

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