Out in the desert,
what have quail got?
The soil is too hard.
It's way too hot.
The quail complain
about lack of rain.
Their chicks are too many.
The air is too dry.
They can't find food
as they scuttle by.
When I hear quail
moan and wail,
I think I am glad
I'm not a quail.
If you could be anyone or anything, what would you like to be? Can you write a poem about that today? Happy Poetry Month.
Hi Joy,
ReplyDeleteWhat else are you glad you're not? I never thought of quail moaning and complaining. Maybe you can write this as a mask poem. Let them tell their story.
What fun, Linda. I'll give it a try.
DeleteIt never occurred to me that they complain, Joy. I heard your temperature is already very hot; is that unusual & especially hard on the quail? I like the way the rhyming goes.
ReplyDeleteYup, soon it will be summer for us. I saw my first Saguaro blossoms today. All the snow birds are leaving town. The hot, hot weather is hard on all the birds. It is difficult for them to find water to drink, which I think is why they like to hang out around my pool.
DeleteAnother interesting poem. Like Linda, I never thought of the quail sound as complaining, but then we have lots of mourning doves and I don't find their sounds mournful. The heat is coming here (Sacramento, CA area) early this year as well and we didn't have a proper winter. I'm complaining!
ReplyDeleteYup, Rosi, complaint poems are fun to write. Just ask a bunch of middle schoolers to make a list of their complaints and you've got the start of a great list poem. What is fun for me is to consider animals and objects--what would they complain about.
DeleteI am glad I am not a quail, too. Thanks for sharing your humor with us.
ReplyDeleteJoan, Thanks. Glad you saw the humor.
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