Day 348

A platoon of wild turkey pause beneath my feeders.

They take the drop

spilled there by careless cardinals and indifferent finches

black hulled sun flower seed

It doesn’t seem a full meal.

I don know their protocol.

maybe they are 100 percent snackers

facing west south west, they are watchful-

each taking turn as sentinel while others eat.

soldiers on recon.

feathered infantry

waddled armor

determined

silent

marching someplace west south west.

onward soldiers

snow moon