THIS TURKEY DIDN'T BLUFF

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THIS TURKEY DIDN’T BLUFF

By

Robert Hewett Sr.


I lived on the mountain cool free country living.

Wanted me a turkey, for Thanksgiving, a wild one.

Have a big feast and brag big about what I had done.

I knew there was a big healthy flock feeding in woods

Big old Tom strutting about, proud wherever he stood.

That’s the turkey that I wanted in my gun sight

I would bring him home to cook, that would take all night.

I sneaked through the brush in dim early morning light,

I heard them scratching hard for food off to my right.

Old Tom was standing tall and looking right at me.

I raised my gun and aimed it at him, he could see.

I stepped on a twig and the whole dadburned flock flew.

It would be hard to find them again, that I knew.

Then I saw old Tom still moving fast on the ground,

That bird was running straight at me without a sound.

I stepped back, tripped on a log, and fired my shotgun,

Maybe it hit the moon, air, or the rising sun.

That turkey looked real mad and big as an ostrich

Bearing down on me he easily jumped a wide ditch.

I tore out of there for my truck, he’d called my bluff.

At the market I bought one and the other stuff.

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Author's note: This turkey flock did exist and that big old Tom Turkey was a sight to see. I could have shot him many times, but I never wanted to do that.

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Leokadia Durmaj 5 years ago

Bob, you had me laughing I nearly spilled my coffee....We may have needed you this wee,k you see a wild turkey came with a thump onto my sons roof this week, he could not believe what he saw, now what to do with this big bird, a bit weary he may fall into the pool, my son thought that's all I need rescue a turkey from the pool....

Here is Australia we don't celebrate Thanksgiving so he couldn't have escaped from someones possible dinner. Maybe he was to be for Christmas thought he was not going to stick around and get his feathers ruffled. The follow day he was gone, my son could breath easily....

I love your poem Bob, very entertaining indeed, thank you for sharing. Take care always, Lee


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goego 5 years ago from Loserland

lmao... I think I may have seen you in the checkout line


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ROBERTHEWETTSR 5 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky Author

Thanks goego, if you like humor take a look at Lady Longfellow's first day at Rehab here on my page. Also, you might like Miz Joree the teacher's first day in class. Bob

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