Dumb and violent, scratching the dirt road with his feet.
MORE
His eyes, yellow and as always bloodshot.
I thought I remembered him being smaller.
He stared at my window
taking interest, walking toward it.
I thought he saw me but Im not sure
He pecked at my window
His fingernails yellowed from tobacco.
I moved away and his gaze didn't follow me.
Too old and blind.
Like an elaborately delusional bully,
he was fighting his own reflection.
I ran at the window to scare him off.
My face and his reflection merged.
He grew and spread his useless wings
beating their feathers against my window,
in what was an attempt to make a failed escape
look like an attack.
I cant believe I am involved with him
enough to laugh at his failure.
It's maybe more out of relief
that I had flinched at something stupid.
maybe it's pity or something else,
regardless, I'm laughing.
Whatever. Ill get him some bread.
He was pacing around in the rain,
yelling unintelligible things from
his pink dinosaur throat.
He actually saw me this time.
menacingly he paced toward me.
lower to the ground
like I couldn't see him hunting.
I broke the bread and gave him some.
He looked up. Mouth Open
the bread fell and his posture didn't change.
Hypnotized, he had never considered
where the rain came from.
It wasnt the epiphany that killed him,
He choked to death on the weather.
His huge wet frustrated body, dead in my yard.
Dont things smell less in the rain?
I thought I remembered him being smaller.
Old Turkey was not an elegant bird.
by justin hantz
