Charlie the pheasant…

Charlie was a pheasant

Who lived out in the bush

He came out when the sun shone

Eating insects in a rush

 

His wife was rather drab

In plumage next to him

She strutted across the garden

In sunshine frost and rain.

 

Mating calls would echo

Springtime rooster ruled the lair

Sometimes he had a harem

For the pheasant chicks to fare

 

Charlie was a pheasant

Who didn’t live for long

But in this time brought happiness

Despite his awful song.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

Submitted for d’verse open link night.

 

 

 

 

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

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