poem | Sue Watson
Brush Turkey’s
powerful claw
scrapes leaves
into a metre high
incubator eco-mound
for the eggs of many hens
it’s shoulder peak season
he has a Rolls Royce address
instinct outweighs his beauty
given an ugly head & neck
of the worst sunburnt hue
a goitre of bright yellow
ruffles the base of his throat
contrasts with the blue black
of his feathers his walk is neither
swagger nor trot
he’s reclaimed his spot on the hill
in flannel flower cul-de-sac
Sue Watson is a NSW poet.
© Sue Watson
Overland 199-winter 2010, p. 95
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