Poetry for the Fall

Fall is upon us, you and I, we know
First beautiful foliage, then cold and snow
The weather that we live for
The best time of year
Out to the duck blind, a hunting we will go

A cold and early morning, perfect for a walk
Building up the old blind, then the trash we'll talk
Setting out the decoys
A sip to warm you up
Sit low and work your call, the perfect way to stalk

The sun nears the horizon, the birds do start to fly
Now some greenie mallards, they try to pass on by
Your decoys look perfect
Your calling is sublime
The greenies fly on in, now it's time to die