Sport SOMEWHERE, in deeps Of tangled, ripening wheat, A little prairie-chicken cries-- Lost from its fellows, it pleads and weeps. Meanwhile, stained and mangled, With dust-filled eyes, The unreplying mother lies Limp and bloody at the sportsman's feet. |
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