and see if a partridge,
I could spot.
I grabbed my old 20 gauge,
and a handful of bird shot,
and walked very slow,
you might say, I crept.
There was a crash,
there was a bounce,
I almost got ran over,
by a fleeing doe.
There was a snort,
and another deer ran,
I wished I had,
had my camera in hand,
I looked above,
as I heard the sound,
of the wild goose call.
O, how I love,
the sights and sounds of fall!
