The pounding of feet,
the call of the trail.
A ruffle of breeze,
a kerfuffle of quail.
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Unprompted. (In May she poems just because.)
The pounding of feet,
the call of the trail.
A ruffle of breeze,
a kerfuffle of quail.
::
Unprompted. (In May she poems just because.)
I love that last line, I wouldn’t have thought to link quail and kerfuffle
Thanks so much. When I say it out loud, I always say “kerfluffle.’ 😉
Lol, There’s always that one word 🙂