Five Partridge in the Old Apple Tree
Their silent silouhettefive in the tree
Ruffed Grouse awaiting
Startled by a noise
all fly away
like in an old painting
When flushed the flock flew
along the brook
barren and frozen
Because of available seeds
this tree was what
had been chosen
These northern partridge
are so much more than meat
Their drumming in springtime
to me makes them neat
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