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Turkey Love: a poem

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Turkey Love

by Kathe L. Palka

At the corner of our fenced yard
a tom fans his feathers, drops
first one barred wing, then the other,
sashays before our shed, a blue-faced
matador, red wattles swinging
as he taunts imagined rivals.
It is pure theater, and we, his only audience,
peer past the kitchen curtains, whispering,
enchanted by the mysteries of wild courtship.
Two hens, bored or unimpressed,
peck under the bird feeder
before sauntering away.
Engrossed in his performance, the tom
fails to notice their exit at first, then panics,
dashing back and forth along the pickets
unable to find the open gate—
deflated and frantic, a comic Casanova.
Sympathetic to his plight, knowing well
how miscommunication leads to heartache,
I stand on our deck, cheering encouragements
while you go to his aid waving arms
to herd him out, because even turkey love
deserves a second chance.

This poem really amused me and even touched me. I know well how often a cat will play at being Jane Eyre or a dog will be General Custer or even a fish can be Alexander the Great! This world is a theatrical one and we all play parts. I started out this morning as Xantippe for example, but think that it's high time I assumed the role of a carrier pigeon.
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    Great poem. I can really picture that turkey!
    1919 days ago
    What a great poem! I love the imagery.
    1919 days ago
    Another marvelous poem! Love that word "sashay," one so rarely hears it any more. And the "deflated...comic Casanova..." Hang around a singles club a while and that one will resonate...
    Thanks for reminding me that the world's a stage. Too often I settle into alternate roles of beaver and hedgehog...I think I need to explore someone a little more exciting, possibly Cleopatra...
    1920 days ago
    1920 days ago
    Been speaking our mind, have we? lol...

    I like the poem - I've never been much of a hand at crafting one, and I think that may be why I admire the form all the more.
    1920 days ago
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    1920 days ago
    This brings to mind the turkey that wanders around the Druid Hills neighborhood (or at least used to wander through there) in Atlanta. I saw him several times, and was quite startled the first time. Quite an incongruous sight in such an urban area!
    1920 days ago
    The poem was a lot of fun!
    1920 days ago
    I loved this poem! Thank you.
    1920 days ago
    Wonderful. I happen to have been reading an hilarious section about raising turkeys and turkey love in 'Animal, Vegetable, Miracle' this week. Barbara Kingsolver decided to try to raise a heritage breed (Kentucky Red Bourbon if I remember correctly) because they are one of only about 8 remaining heritage birds that still may have the ability to breed on their own. 99.99% of all turkeys are now created via artificial insemination. I find that sad and frightening. What the heck are we doing??? She actually witnessed her birds mating, which she wasn't at all sure would happen because all her incubator-hatched flock were imprinted on humans and her toms tended to court her or anything shiny, like the watering can. So, what this poem describes is now a very, very rare occurrence.
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    1920 days ago
    I love the poem too. LOL. I have observed it on so many occasions with turkeys as well as other species including humans. LOL.
    1920 days ago
    What wonderful imagery! Thank you so much for sharing.
    1920 days ago
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