Memories of You
Memories of you
haunt me while sleeping.
I ask myself why
they disturb me so.
I wake from memory like
dreams and fear
makes me tremble.
I want to remember
the good times
but all that enters my mind
is a fearful
memory of you.
The happy times existed
but your rage erased
all the good and created only fear.
A Turkey Hangout
Large black wings flap
as an enormous bird flies to the ground and begins to forge on damp grass.
Other birds slowly arrive walking
across the street into a suburban yard.
Suddenly, the huge bird flaps his wings.
They open up like a colorful shawl
around his neck and body.
As he turns in place, I realize that it’s a turkey
who has come to visit.
This grand bird is strutting and fanning
around the backyard – puffing for all to see.
Soon a female enters the scene.
She parades across the moist grass
with eight little chicks following her.
Perhaps these babies belong to the
majestic tom turkey as the family
gathers together for an outing.