It was late November with the hint of winter holidays in the air.
Late fall had come to the upstate New York area leaving much of the forest area bare.
Tuesday morning commute, I thought as I hit the main road and moved to the right side.
Comfortable with my breakfast muffin, tea and good music I had settled in for the daily 30-minute ride.
Traffic was moving at a good flow.
Even though bright sun was shining traffic was not moving slow.
All of sudden, vehicle break lights cascaded down my lane.
The thought of an accident or vehicle breakdown crossed my brain.
My curiosity on the roadside delay would soon be quenched.
I turned the corner towards the thruway and looked towards the fence.
There upon a small wooded area about 1/8 mile wide,
Walked proudly towards the road a turkey about a foot and half high.
It walked proudly towards the foot of the road.
Seemly not afraid of vehicles or man as his plumage unfold.
As I passed the bird decided to the road to stick out his neck,
I thought for sure this crazy bird will be somebody’s dinner yet.
In my rearview mirror I noticed the bird to the traffic turned away.
I wondered to myself in times like this—how can this bird walk around unafraid?
For the next five business days, the turkey pushed his luck.
He boldly walked out into the road without a gobble or cluck.
The morning commute would come to a screeching halt because of his delay.
Leaving many drivers with nerves frazzled, giving him the finger or shouting obscenities.
The city’s animal control officer was called to get the bird without success.
Even though the animal control man knew the area well—obviously the bird knew it best.
Animal control’s traps he avoided and his nets he missed.
After two weeks of trying, he declared the animal free to roam because as for catching him—he quit.
So, the turkey had won the fight to be free to roam.
People had to get used to him taking his morning walks near his highway home.
People learned to leave earlier to avoid his 8:07 a.m. walk.
Those who didn’t would sit in a roadside backup wishing he would be caught.
One Wednesday morning I left for work a little late.
I knew my arrival time would be left in the turkey’s fate.
For if the turkey took his walk across the thruway in the morning cold.
Upon my arrival, my supervisor would make me charge time so I’m told.
The traffic was flowing well at 8:15 a.m. which I thought was kind of odd.
Animal control must’ve caught the obnoxious turkey finishing the job.
When I arrived at the area where the turkey won his right to roam,
A man emerged from the wood with a turkey shape in his trash bag-taking him home.
In my rearview mirror, I saw him pop his blue Toyota Corolla’s trunk.
Tossing the turkey in the trunk with a clunk.
A passerby had managed to remove the bird.
One who each morning had caused traffic to slow, halt or at least swerve.
A part of me felt that the bird didn’t necessary deserve his fate.
However, I’m sure many others blamed the bird for making them late.
So in memory, I write this poem about this obnoxious bird.
One who managed to annoy hundreds of people without uttering a word.
I thought the bird needed to be removed to a place safer to live.
One that he would be able to run free instead of being food he will now give.
However, he ran into a passerby who wasn’t afraid to cross the line.
I thought such is the fate of an obnoxious turkey who pushed his luck during tough economic times.