Tuesday, November 6, 2012

the turkeys

In the light
the male turkeys dance
they prance and jest, they fluff and huff loudly
until one has had enough and turns round, dashing off
to some food that looks interesting
or to monitor a chook that is scurrying for worms

the lady turkeys
are busy too, two are nesting,
one other is young and restless
and one is recovering from a ferret wound
yet all reside in the green, looking happy
being together

in the here and now
where food is abundant and company plentiful
peace reigns
and the male turkeys gobble
looking up at the sun
shaking their feathers
poking up their fluffy bums to the sky