Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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The Airborne Turkeys. Wing beats, displacing the air. My cohabiting wild turkeys Are dispersing one by one To their high roosting tree branches. As they raise themselves into the air, Powerful wing beats pull their bodies upward. They rise over my narcissus flower beds And, as they do so, displace air downward, Inviting the white blossoms below To momentarily dance in unison, Delighting my eyes and my living core. Frank Maurer 23 January 2026 1715 Hours.