At the red light before
the five minute tunnel,
Does on the lawn
watching over their speckle coated fawns.
Two broods of quail on the roadside,
hens with crests tossing in the ocean breeze
hurrying the chicks
under a tangle of mustard.
One brave chick jumps on a branch,
flopping and fluttering
after some illusive prey.
The two mothers
seriously corral the
wayward chicks
into a quickly moving line.
They hustle down the road
as the light turns green.
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