By Ralph Gordon
Monroe and J. were hunting quail,
With an old bird dog that never failed.
He could smell a bird for a country mile,
J. would brag with a cunning smile.
It was cold that day and rainy and wet,
When ole J.s dog began to set.
J. told Monroe, Take the right,
Well have quail for supper tonight.
J. took the left and flushed the birds,
The shooting started without a word.
When the smoke all cleared they looked around,
Not a single bird was on the ground.
J. just stood and scratched his head
In disbelief. Not a bird was dead!
Two good ole boys, with a lot of pride;
When they took aim their target died,
But not this time, they just plain missed.
Now how to explain all of this?
Monroe looked at his brother-in-law,
Said, Beats anything I ever saw,
You just witnessed a miracle, J.,
A covey of dead birds just flew away!
Copyright June 15, 1999 and used here by special permission of the author.