Feathery Ichabod Cranes on the lam
emerge onto city streets from oak savanna.
Lanky explorers mosey down sidewalks
into front yards where they decimate lavender vinca.
When spooked, they flap awkward wings,
crash land atop a neighbor’s shingled roof,
peer over redwood fence
into empty golf course and fair grounds.
I watch turkey triumvirate
swivel reptilian heads, shake droopy wattles,
gobble impatiently at one another as they
debate the best escape to avoid dinner platter.