Fair Warning
Winged fowl moved about as if familiar.
I've seen groups of them but never one alone.
This early April morning, I observed him; but he
ignored me as he calmly walked up my front lawn,
apparently in search of food. I must warn turkey to be gone by November when he might become food.
072821PSCtest, Bite Size Poem No 15, Line Gauthier
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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