Every day, a photograph, a poem. Besides the mule deer napping and munching through our yard, the wild turkeys also visit– stealing the food left for three stray cats and generally the strutting and pecking and napping like it’s their place. I guess it is.
We are always amazed at their size– they are huge– almost as tall as we are and plump and round with huge, really quite frightening feet!
And the colors– we try to get closer to get a shot of the lovely sheen, but they are leery of humans– but not the cats or deer.
And so, a poem….
Sheen of emerald and bronzeSheri Edwards
like a magical beast
would it grant you a wish?
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