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MONGA (the bush turkey)
A bush turkey with a club claw
scratching round my fire
looking poor & covered in soot
forever balancing on one foot
he knows I leave his scraps out
near the fire heap, he pecks away busily
as the sun birds sing their melodious cheep
he visits almost every day
hopping and jumping all the way
he comes in when I call his name
I think he's here at CRAY CRAY to stay
scratching and hunting around with his beak
Monga the bush turkey, my little club-footed freak
scratching round my fire
looking poor & covered in soot
forever balancing on one foot
he knows I leave his scraps out
near the fire heap, he pecks away busily
as the sun birds sing their melodious cheep
he visits almost every day
hopping and jumping all the way
he comes in when I call his name
I think he's here at CRAY CRAY to stay
scratching and hunting around with his beak
Monga the bush turkey, my little club-footed freak
Published 16th Jan 2016
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16th Jan 2016 9:26pm
perhaps the best Turkey one can see is the one from the bush. Not too with the ones that are jive and make you want to plop them on the tush.
