and something else defying understanding is why this tribe of wild turkeys
               (some fifteen of them dressed in immaculate metallic iridescent plumes
their small pink heads erect in curiosity) have decided to settle on that
               narrow patch of grass hemmed in by Route 9 North and South
where these birds (with not a care in the world for the traffic clattering by
               at high speed nor even for a winter that’s closing in and will have
no mercy on any fruitless hedgerow hide-out) are calmly browsing