One time, not long ago, I saw a live turkey

In, of all unpromising places, Harvard Square
Just past Mr Bartley's on the traffic island.


At first, I thought it was a lifelike statue,
A work of art by some Harvard genius,
To put a turkey on a traffic island,
In the middle of bustling Cambridge.

But then I saw the bundle of feathers move,
Its wattle brilliant red against its mien.

I almost grabbed my phone to take a picture,
But figured that the turkey would resent
Infringement upon his public privacy.

I alerted the women I was walking with,
Look, a live turkey! They were happily startled.

The Muse is like that. If you look for her,
You probably won't find her. But someday,
She'll just appear, hello! in a thick-thronged city
Among the asphalt crosswalks and the bricks,
Thriving in an inauspicious environment,
Surprising you into felicity.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-18 at 06:34

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
The small surprises that can change a day from an ordinary one to a delight! Perhaps a scholar in the great Harvard, who knows? Delightful moment!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh I love the last line. I love it all actually. The turkey muse.

Never thought one would compare the Muse with a Turkey. An enthralling work! The image of that turkey would keep coming to me the moment I'll try to write something.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, Tom, you don't write any turkeys works! ;) That's for sure!