Tribal elders in their feathered garb <br />pow-wow in the middle of the road. <br />Bright red wattles shake <br />from bright blue faces <br /> <br />(reminding me of <br />rabid football fans) . <br /> <br />Smiling drivers stop, <br />though with a slight discomfort <br /> <br />to see something so ancient <br />that Johnny-come-lately, reason, <br />makes no sense of it at all.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-turkeys-on-the-road-near-home/
