The Turkey and The Hunter

Here’s an original poem that makes me chuckle a little bit. If read without the title, one may be of the impression that this is a serious, sultry love poem. After reading about half way down, they would find that their first impression was off and that the poem is about a turkey being expertly and passionately hunted. Like a siren, a hunter uses (turkey) calls to attract a male turkey so they are in range to be shot. The best place to land a shot for this bird is in the head or neck. The once brave, bird with one thing on his mind, now has nothing on his mind thanks to some pellets from a shotgun shell. Anyway, not my typical poem but one that does take place in the countryside that I so often write about. It was a good writing exercise for me as well to dip my toes into some drama and ridiculousness. Enjoy!

“The Turkey and The Hunter” by Brittany J. Fox

Looking for company

Looking for another

Primal instincts blind the other

The drive to love

Makes you brave

Out in the open, no thoughts of the grave

Looking, listening for love’s call

But someone else notices your plume

Looking for her, your instinct’s your doom

The siren calls

Could it be your fated hen?

Not by the looks of the siren’s grin

Where is she?

She calls to you “come closer”

Like a spell, you do

Closer now

Closer to your fate

You’re in range, you’re too late

The trigger is squeezed

You are taken down in one shot

With the bullet in place, love is not a thought