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Quentin’s Quest (Continued)

If you remember Quentin the quail was here on our front steps on April 11, 2021. He was lonely then, and I’m sorry to say he’s still lonely today.

He wonders if his Queenie is hiding around the corner post.

“Nope! Not there.”

“Did you see her anywhere around here? Or any other quail? I haven’t had a friend for two years! It’s almost more than I can take.”

I called and called at dawn today

In case a quail were near,

Twas quiet here at five o’clock,

You’d think someone would hear.



I hopped onto the concrete steps,

So I could better see,

But nowhere was a quail-like bird,

To be a friend to me.



I even peered around the post,

To catch a glimpse of her,

But all in vain, she was not there,

Yet naught will me deter.



I rushed up to the front door glass,

I saw her there before,

She stood there looking back at me,

From just inside the door.



The glass is messier today,

Back then it was so clean,

Perhaps  what I saw in the glass,

Was me!  Could it have been?



If that’s the case, then I will stay,

Without a girl  that’s mine.

And yet I cannot help myself,

My soul will always pine.



I guess I’ll be a bachelor,

And spend each day alone,

I’ll hang out on the porch right here,

And make this my new home.