I decided to take a walk,
and see if a partridge,
I could spot;
I grabbed the old twenty gauge,
and a hand full of bird shot.
I walked slowly,
You might say I crept,
there was a crash,
and a bounce,
and a flash,
I almost got run over,
by a large doe.
There was a blow,
another deer ran,
and I wished,
that I had my camera in my hand.
I looked above,
as I heard the sound,
of 100 wild geese call,
O, how I love,
the sights and sounds of fall.
---Winston Staples---
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