Quail Dusk

She tells her love...

Take me back to Arizona
In the same spot
We sat quietly
Watching the Quail
Tip~Toe through the yard

Their little bodies
Happily skirting
Rock to rock
As the wind blows gently
Cooling our brows

Take me back to Arizona
Where it was just "us"
And the "us" part
Were the gentle smiles
We shared
As we watched the Quail
Darting closer...
Closer