Tim the Turkey
On Piney Crest, the turkeys rest.
They safely roost and roam.
No hunters there; they wouldn’t dare!
It’s Tim the Turkey’s home.
When Timmy flaps, the trees collapse.
He walks: the mountain quakes.
For miles around, you’ll hear the sound
his mighty gobble makes.
That giant beast could be at least
a hundred stories high.
The turkey king can spread a wing
and cover half the sky.
But while I’ve heard about the bird,
I’ve never witnessed him.
I do not dare to visit where
I might encounter Tim.