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Grouse Call Poem By Chard deNiord

Do si do and say hello

to drummin’ bird. Slow

it down then pick it up.

One and a half and let

her go. It’s right by right

by wrong you go. Turn

to your left and freeze

the doe. Promenade

to the field below.

It may be the last time,

I don’t know. Allemande

right with Mr. Crow.

You can’t go to heaven

when you carry on so.

Yellow rock, red rock,

oh by Joe. Dangle now

outside the know, tim’rous

beastie, beastie, O!


From Interstate, University of Pittsburgh Press

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