Grousing about grouse. (I think).

written by Julie R. Neidlinger      2 comments      link this post     


Poetically detailing a common driving incident involving
what I think were grouse. (Or partridge.)

by Julie R. Neidlinger

From a gathered clump
(is there any other kind?)
by the road,
they chose to hurl themselves
towards my sparkling red Jeep Grand Cherokee
which already had a cracked windshield
from a careless gravel truck.

"You are mighty pudgy," I shrieked
through that windshield
deftly braking and artfully dodging
this way and that
to avoid the creatures
buzzing by my glass
"to be pulling a flight maneuver like that!"

The feathered wads of meat,
unaware of their food status
continued winging on their
lucky way.
Ingrates.

And I on my way
now thirteen additional seconds late for work
added to the current
ten minutes.
Grating
my teeth.

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Despite your troubling encounter with this group of grouse, I don't think I have ever run into a grouse who groused about anything. I wondered about the etymology of the word, and I found this:

"complain," 1887, British Army slang (first recorded by Kipling), of uncertain origin but perhaps from Norman Fr. dial. groucer, from O.Fr. groucier "to murmur, grumble," of imitative origin (cf. Gk. gru "a grunt," gruzein "to grumble").

I guess the words are unrelated. Huh, who would have thunk it?

By Blogger Will, at 12/12/07 13:25  

I like this poem very much. Quite witty - imagine if it had been a "flock" of deer.

By Blogger Rey, at 12/12/07 14:21  

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