Wild Turkey

A wild turkey has come to meet me

on this Wisconsin road, strutting,

then running across the pavement,

escaping disaster from my speeding car,

climbing the hill on the other side,

not stopping to chat. But no, it is I

who have come to meet the turkey

who had no desire to see me, no desire

to risk its long brown neck to my hurry.

                                    By Wilda Morris

                                     http://wildamorris.blogspot.com/