Eric Virkler
06-03-2009, 04:20 PM
A morning so still,
not a word, not a sound.
You’re sure that they’re hiding,
but can they be found.
You search through the cattails,
on through the ravine.
Sure that by now,
you’ve already been seen.
Stepping ever so lightly,
ears strained for some noise.
You wait for the prize,
and with camera do poise.
Then the stillness is shattered,
pheasant flushed from the brush.
Wings beating the air,
it escapes with a rush.
Then one. . . two. . . three. . . more
right in front of your nose,
In case there are more,
you stay right on your toes.
Your heart rapidly beating,
though you thought they were there.
Their sudden departure,
still gave you a scare.
Your eyes scan the cover,
all is quiet once more.
They might all be gone,
you can never be sure.
Whoosh! From below
past your face those wings beat.
While you looked all around,
it hid next to your feet.
As your heartbeats subside,
you head back to the truck.
Knowing tomorrow morning,
you’ll again try your luck.
not a word, not a sound.
You’re sure that they’re hiding,
but can they be found.
You search through the cattails,
on through the ravine.
Sure that by now,
you’ve already been seen.
Stepping ever so lightly,
ears strained for some noise.
You wait for the prize,
and with camera do poise.
Then the stillness is shattered,
pheasant flushed from the brush.
Wings beating the air,
it escapes with a rush.
Then one. . . two. . . three. . . more
right in front of your nose,
In case there are more,
you stay right on your toes.
Your heart rapidly beating,
though you thought they were there.
Their sudden departure,
still gave you a scare.
Your eyes scan the cover,
all is quiet once more.
They might all be gone,
you can never be sure.
Whoosh! From below
past your face those wings beat.
While you looked all around,
it hid next to your feet.
As your heartbeats subside,
you head back to the truck.
Knowing tomorrow morning,
you’ll again try your luck.