the great pheasants opened from
tall grass and rolled into the
sky. 20 feet. 30 feet.
they would have seen there were
no clouds. the grass was a
better place to hide.
down and down between the blades.
into greens and greys with no
air sound nowhere.
hide between, but never above.
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1 comment:
Later, we ate them. It is truly a pleasure to read such things.
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