*

*

At the end of my street

is a small stretch of woods,

bare now, layered in snow and sleet.

I crunch the crust of icy ground,

startled by a sudden whoosh of sound.

*

A wild turkey explodes high

between the trees with frantic wings

escaping my presence to safer ground

where the flock scratches, stalks and pecks.

*

Winter sun pale and thin

outlines every trunk and limb.

The turkeys move on, unconcerned.

I stand transfixed in the winter wind.