A Meadow Lark

w c

A Meadow Lark

 

I went outside to embark

On a search for a meadow lark

I went to a pasture tall

To see if I could hear his call

 

And indeed I heard him there

And saw him as the grass grew bare

With his black bib and puffed up breast

A little like a quail at rest

 

He searched for some little bugs

As the quail sometimes does

With seeds often eaten too

Every bright afternoon

 

And just like that the lark was posted

With his yellow breast there boasted

Singing out his friendly call

To the quail and them all

 

And from high he came down

To another pasture ‘round

And resumed his hiding there

With an occasional call declared

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2018 00:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good write. Fine looking bird, we do not have them in the UK.

    • w c

      Thanks, G. Meadow lark numbers around here (Texas) have been down. I did see a few recently though

    • orchidee

      A fine write w c. Is it an aviary, what with meadow larks and goldfinches on here?! heehee.

      • w c

        lol Thanks, orchidee. Birds rule!



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