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
