Hunting Wild Turkey
Hunting wild turkey
“‘A’ turkey for thanksgiving dinner,”
Papa shouts
On Michigan ’s tawny meadow
We camouflage in
Raspberries and ironweeds
Thorny shrubs blade my knees
On zephyr autumn
Down by the creek,
Cattails on both sides
Hawk soars high
Papa holds hi s g un
Squatting,
Shooting a wild turkey
Three yards mark
Wild turkey leaps into deep woods
Frozen as he,
Whispers under his breath
When sun suddenly breaks
Through clouds
Lights up
Golden yellow on maples
Cheerful our Labrador ,
Roaming, zigzagging
By my heels
Papa’s expectation has failing
Disappointment
Melancholy
Walks back to his wheel
His head turns once more
Astonish with bright woods,
Mend his heavy heart
“Com’on, son, let’ s g o home.”
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