A place on earth sublime
Where quail prevail
And pointers seek and point them
For men and women to swing guns to shoot them
Save in the second week of January
When the world’s best dogs come to seek and point them
Their handlers stomp to flush them
And they fly away to safety
And when the gallery has passed
The quail regroup
And wander through the wire grass seeking corn to eat
Wary still of predators avian and pedestrian
On the Heaven that is Chinquapin