And then there were Six..

I walked into the greenhouse to be greeted by a few of the quail. It was less enthusiastic than usual. They didn't crawl all over my boots, and hop up and down begging for food. Brave little Calico didn't approach me with his big amber eyes. Spice didn't spook and fly into the wall.

Then i saw them.

Calico, Cricket, Charlie and Spice died in the night. I don't know how or why, but there was no blood. I hope they felt no pain.
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Curled in a corner

Four, i count 

Perfect little birds

White against the dark earth.

Feathers like moonshine

Their eyes are half open

They cannot see

Their bodies are stiff with death

Those bodies that held a life when the sun set

I lay them to rest amongst the snow

I will not see them again

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The others happily peck along, cooing softly. I am left with six, and a mystery. 

Good bye little ones <3 You will be missed.

Clover~