Seven wild tom turkeys
on an early Monday evening
struttin’ their stuff
by the side of a country road.
Seven tom turkeys.
Gobblin’ and peckin’,
like preposterous virile young men,
while the hens tend to their poults.
Seven tom turkeys.
Seemingly oblivious to everything,
save their fanned tail feathers
and bright red wattles,
hanging from their chins.
Seven tom turkeys.
Thankful for May and spring flowers,
and relieved to have survived
another last Thursday in November.
Hey
– this sounds familiar!
Thanks everyone for your comments. It was just one of those things you’re lucky enough to see sometimes.
turkeys, eh?
cute and funny 🙂
whether it’s thanksgiving or christmas
i think we all feel like turkeys at times
cheers
it was a great site….no kisses,please.
Very cute. 🙂
Great one Don! Hope you Tom-Turkeys are having a great time in M.F.!
(Give him a kiss for me, will you Don!? 🙂
Funny!! Enough to make one strut!!
Thanks Borut and Kai.
🙂
Magnificent read!:)