feathered brutes – December 18


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.



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