a wild turkey’s beard
hangs from a scrawny neck
flutters & sways, its beak
feeds on seeding grass
both eyes scan the surround
alert to any motion, aka me
I watch from the mudroom
one turkey, two turkeys
such large birds, yet so timid
so hesitant, so ungainly
though turkeys can fly
each night great wings
lift bulbous bodies to roost
like vultures, or raccoons
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