Boys’ Night Out for Seven Tom Turkeys

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.

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