Chortling birds, amused by my sleepy morns
chatter and clatter past my window

to the trees where roosts the hens and chicks
of buzzards, turkeys, eagles and hawks.

Turkeys are the funniest things
with Toms that strut and puff like kings,

Tail feathers spread and beards abloom
gobbling for a quick boom boom,

say “look at me! Big as a tree!
Fine tail feathers, my pedigree!”

Amused, I see the hens ignore their mating calls
to jump beyond for worms just past the wall.