Four Wild Turkeys

Four wild turkeys Watch me in the morn With intense curiosity Uniquely their own. Two males or gobblers Have reddish heads And reddish wattles Beards and fanned tails. Females called hens Are smaller in size Feathers're a bit dull Features less prominent. They move elegantly On the sprawling lawn Pecking at grass For nuts and worms. Maybe they roost On trees nearby In the company of many Of their own species. Their numbers're on rise A welcome sign to note A result of steps taken By some with foresight. Watching the birds Is indeed a delight I am sure they feel The same way about us.