It is Aunty-Yam's FFF and Rosy and Sunny's Nature Friday.
A poem by Lee
No matter where I go
Even in the very deep snow
The turkeys leave their mark
I could follow the smell in the dark
I like to follow their trail
Because even though I am frail
I dream of catching one
It would be a lot of fun.
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| Turkey wing print on the snow bank |
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| Turkey tracks in the snow, the drag marks are my back toes |
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| You can see the trails they are making through the yard |
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| Another wing print |
the tracks in the snow are a work of ART. standing ovation for your poem
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ReplyDeleteHailey, this is a wonderfurs poem - and Lady's shots definitely fit into the title of 'art'!!! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
We love seeing the turkey tracks and wing prints.
ReplyDeleteThe turkey's wing print is very pretty and I hope you catch yourself a turkey, Hailey!
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