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Watching Wild Turkeys
by Candace Armstrong

We first saw three hens placidly poking
ditch grass and field flower
near the road we walk.

Next we saw them all aflutter
further down the road
with a strutting tom.

It became a daily watch
when downy chicks appeared
following the hens all in a row.

They gathered near the creek
on one side of the road or the other
as down became feathers.

Then the family flock
numbered about a dozen
strutting and trotting on the road.

I stopped my car to let them pass
but they ran all as one in front,
leading me home.


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