Wild Turkey
I gaped, it gaped back
Surprised by the suddenness
I froze, it froze, two statues
Apprising what to do next
Among the green foliage
In the solitary forest.
We bared our teeth, showing
Faux ferocity (at least mine)
And backed slowly away,
Me to my truck, him to the depths
Of the black woods, fur flying.
The missus said as I approached,
“You’re white as a ghost, Fish not
Biting today"? I didn’t answer.
How does one explain that booze
And a hairy Big Foot don’t mix?
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