September
Fleecy-white
clouds traverse deep-cerulean sky
Temperatures
cooling as less warm days by-fly
Blue-winged teal
begin their early migration
Pre-cursor fall
winds stir still water gyration
Search
place-secluded to hunt in populated world-slanted
Kind leather-faced
farmer pronounces “Permission-granted”
Duck blind
constructed with camouflage corn stalks
Lure in the
dark-“V’s” with protracted duck-call talks
Watch the birds
set their wings; get ready right now boys
A most beautiful
show as they flair amongst set decoys
This good day
has dawned and lived and gone
Red-setting sun
chorus hums this hunter’s song
Tomorrow at
sunrise in that chilly cold dew
Once more find
treasure as onward fowl-flew
Ever southward
to some ancient-calling nesting-place
Over
white-cotton ball-puffs follow unseen sky-trace
While in the
right-rhythm of God’s good clean-earth
Life-cycle
continues with each new day’s dawn-birth
Amen!
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