Country Traffic Jam

Country Traffic Jam

It’s an instance,

when twenty-five or thirty is too fast.

I slow,

            Then stop.

Along and across the road

Are

            One

Two                             Three

            Four                             Five

Bobbing heads

Attached to fluff balls

            From which protrude

                        Pipe cleaner legs

Mother turkey flutters and ruffles her feathers

            And takes off

                        Scurrying her little ones off the road and into high weeds.

In moments they are gone

            And I hurry along my way

                        With White Rabbit urgency.