briefs

i've counted sets of turkies wild, two at this point - well, one, but the same flock twice
and they greet me each foggy morning that i've gone out; not gobbling, not as such
there is no tom, but peeping as the females do, with one always keeping watch (for me)

and i've sat with my back to the rain, listening as it was louder and closer and ontop of me
dark clouds and wet, just wet wet wet. these things are important, turkey and rain.
these things are important because we don't appreciate them. these things are important
because i own them as mine; these are my experiences and i share them with you (lucky dog)