First calls from the wash
wibble-wobble of small quails
coyote pups yip
This haiku needs some explanation. The wash is the sandy dry river bed that runs through the bottom of the canyon. As I took my morning walk I heard a funny sound coming from that direction. That wibble-wobble at first sounded like a large covey of baby quail being herded by adult Gambel's Quail. It sounded like the flexing of metal sheets, like a saw might make if you were going to play a saw. It is a little early in the season, but in another month we'll be able to start counting those large groups of quail herding the golf ball sized chicks across the road and around the cacti. You've got to be able to count fast. I've seen as many as 32 in a group. Often the chicks are out of sight before I'm done counting. So this is what I thought I heard until I had the opportunity to listen a little longer in the quiet air. It was the sound of young coyote pups yipping in excited little yaps. So now you know where the quaillets go for breakfast.
Your challenge for today is to write about the first thing you saw this morning. Have fun using all your senses. Happy Friday. Happy poetry.
The Poetry Friday Roundup is being hosted by Tara at her new blog site A Teaching Life today. Thanks Tara for a great poetry party.
