Returning home from our evening walk,
We came home to find this California quail
Lying on the ground by our front steps —
Presumably having accidentally
Flown into a window.
We were crushed: we love the quail
Who scamper daily across our lawn:
The curious sounds they make,
The way their headfeathers bounce,
And their devotion to their families,
And we ache for the loss
This one’s children must be feeling;
The losses children everywhere
Are feeling daily.
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