I saw a pheasant take off the other day
Flight heavy, yet graceful in its own way
I thought to myself
"What a sight to witness!"
Then I remembered, hunting season is underway...
This is not at all the poem I had started to write for OctPoWriMo day 4, but I saw a friend post a picture of a vibrant cardinal that visited her house, which reminded me of the pheasant.
I may need to explain that, where I live, hunters actually buy pheasant chicks to feed, raise, then release just before hunting season starts. That way, they are sure to have prey to shoot at.
I mean, these poor birds never got to try their wings, don't know how to find food, so stick to cultures and close to houses, and/or are too weak to fly for a very long time.
And they call it hunting. 😔