The turkey is the oddest bird
It’s gobbling noise is too absurd
It struts and prances all around
But never truly leaves the ground
Except at night to roost in trees
To keep themselves safe from most thieves.
They feed on acorns, seeds and such
Small animals, a few not much
By nature, they are not so sweet
Although we’re keen to taste their meat
Their wings are tiny though they’re tall
The turkey breast is best of all !
You can barely hear, the murmur’s so soft
As birds begin stirring in nests aloft
Be still and listen when decibels grow
As the lights of the dawn begin their show.
These tiny fledglings do make lots of noise
With their bobbing heads all hungry and poised
The sound increases as the morning glows
Preventing some from enjoying a doze.
Ah but now it seems all are quite content
Hear the silence speak, no complaints to vent !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 