Two Turkeys Are Fighting

Two turkeys are fighting at roadside.

Many people are passing by.
 

Some people stop to watch them.
No one wants to stop them.

They thrust up their snoods and beaks,

strain their necks and legs.

They wag their heads in even beats,

move their feet in rapid steps.

They chirp and step.

They wag and snap.

One catches the other’s caruncle head, 

twists him with all his might,

makes his head awry.

The other one shakes him off,

pecks his enemy madly,

seals his one-side eye.

More people stop to watch.

More people still pass by.

One snaps the other’s flap snood,

presses his head low,

twists his neck crooked.

The other pulls himself away,

counter-attacks furiously,

tears open his wattle throat.

Many people frown their brows.

Many watch with much delight.
 

Now they are tired. 

So they rest a while.

Flaunt their feathers.

Circle to show might.

Once more they face each other.

Once again they charge and fight.

They snap and wag.

They snatch and drag.

One flaps his wings helplessly

and gasps with closed eyes.

One pushes the other comically

and toddles with dizzy head.

Blood on their beaks,

blood on their heads,

blood on their backs,

blood on their necks.

Blood on the ground,

spattered around.

Feathers on the ground,

flying around.

Still they bite.

Further they fight.

Some people still come,

stick heads to look.

Some people back out

wave hands and go.

They turn.

They lurch.

They step.

They stagger.

They chirp.

They flap.

They gobble.

They gasp.

More people pass.

No one stops.

All observers

shake heads and disperse.

Two fighters

cock heads and stare….