Their roost is 40 feet from mine

though 60 feet higher.

Every evening they bed, no matter the wind and cold,

with their heads tucked under their wings.

Balancing on their piney perch,

many turkeys in many trees – they should topple.

Instead, every evening, they return

and stay until morning, making no sound at night.

The canyon was their home before my intrusion,

never minding me as their neighbor.

Sleeping peacefully at night, not knowing each other’s dreams.