Quail
She eludes you, coquetting behind a gauze of rabbit brush just
summer greening, summons the eye to her plum bosom, the one
wing breaking from her shoulder. Geisha-like she trails
a drape of feather in the dust,
She eludes you, coquetting behind a gauze of rabbit brush just
summer greening, summons the eye to her plum bosom, the one
wing breaking from her shoulder. Geisha-like she trails
a drape of feather in the dust,