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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Predator

The quail lay quietly
In the tall grasses
Knowing death patiently waited.

I intended to flush them out
Before the muzzle
Of my gun.

But, in the reeds
Stalked a more patient predator
Meaning to roust me.

And, I wonder
If I spare the quail
Will the predator spare me?

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