A Couple in the Covey
She pecks and wanders;
he ducks under wind fallen
branches past purple
periwinkle; his plume bobs;
while he puffs up his red chest.
A spring dance of quail
romance; back and forth, around
again and again,
a bob, bob, bobbing along—
new couple in the covey.
About California Quail in Washington
Take a moment outside, on the stoop or in your backyard. Look and observe. What do you see and hear? An ant in the crack in the concrete? A bumble bee climbing the periwinkle? A sparrow on a window box? A child drawing in chalk?
Tell the story. Try a tanka poem, no rhyme needed!
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Be safe out there. Find ways to help yourself, your family, and others keep going! We can do this together!
April is time for NaPoWriMo — National Poetry Writing Month, try a bit of poetry and art to encourage others to be safe with each other. Something short. Something inclusive. Something of spring and hope. #NaPoWriMo/#GloPoWriMo
The Academy of Poets encourages us to write #shelterinpoems. Get some ideas there and share your own.
Tons of information can be found at Poets.org: National Poetry Month and here: Virtual Programs.
National Council of Teachers of English also offers suggestions here.
Sheri, I’ve never seen a quail in my life before – thank you for that sweet video! Today I see snow outside my window (IL… April…), but I will be sure to look for the cardinal and his mate at the feeder. 🙂
We’ve had cold weather here as well — and some much needed rain blew in with a wind storm. I’m glad that little quail bobbed along my back porch so I could share it with you! The red cardinal I’ve ever seen was at Montecello years ago when I visited there. So perhaps you can share a picture of that beautiful creature ~ ~Sheri