They knew summer grasses
They watched the clouds.
They loved summer squash.
They ate the dandelions.
It rained on them.
Turkish and Taffy
Laredo the lone turkey was the son of Turkish and Taffy.
He was a solitary, sojourning, wayfaring, wandering voyager.
The only survivor of a hatch gone wrong.
Taffy was not the motherly type.
Turns out that I was.
He explored and wondered for a summer in our barnyard.
He was my shadow for most of it.
