Protectors

 

Tall turkey gobblers,

bigger than me,

one on each side,

my protectors,

walked me up and down

the rocky path.

When my mother came out

to check on me,

they chased her back inside,

flapping wings spread wide.

They knew that I was small

and in need of protection.

Somewhere there is a photo of me, maybe fifteen months old, being walked by my turkey gobbler friends.