Startled by the sounds he’d heard Awakened from his dream, In the woods a turkey stood Above a rushing stream. His solitude disrupted by A shadow that he’d seen, I watched him from behind a stand Of trees within the scene. Not a feather wiggled he, He stood without a sound; His colors blended, camouflaged With everything around. Apprehension satisfied, He hesitantly stepped Into the water’s rapid flow To share its secrets kept. To understand the life you live, Its fabric and its seams, Bear witness to the wild ones Awakened from their dreams.