large black ovoids move in step
through the snow pack, wild turkey
feathered brutes spreading out
as in a hunt.
Franklin’s noble bird in charge of
their own lives, primal, ancient,
direct inhabitants of territories we
think of as our own.
when we leave, will their spectral
dinosaur selves still stalk the
landscape, stepping in tandem
roving packs across the land?
houses and electronic life-lines
mark our grounds. snow, cold, rain
and trees mark theirs, where time
seems to have changed nothing.