covey of quail

Oct afternoon 2

I’ve not seen a covey of quail
in- I don’t know how long.
My dad and me would walk into the fields
stripped of their wheat
or soy beans
or rye
and within a few steps
flush these small round winged creatures
with little topknots crowning their heads.

I was always startled by the fierceness of their flight
and the wonder on my fathers face.