Turkey Bowl (or Turkey’s Revenge)

Sarn waited for Nolo to tell him what
tonight would bring: practice, running, scouting
or wandering around the forest, but
just as the man started to speak, shouting
and the pounding of feet interrupted.
Two forms shot across the meadow, something
white chased them, threatening gobbles erupted–
Sarn’d never heard that before; the bird-thing
flapped wings, hopped and tried to nip the backsides
racing ahead of it; the two men veered
towards Nolo screaming, holding their backsides.
Nolo just stared as the spectacle neared.
Sarn yanked his master out of the men’s way.
What mischief they’d caused, they now had to pay.

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Jerlo popped up making no sound, no stir
did his sudden appearance make, all eyes
followed the Rangers whose escape looked sure.
A larger bird joined the chase to chastise
those two troublemakers in Jerlo’s stead.
“You going to stop this?” he regarded
his second but Nolo just shook his head.
“I’ll handle it. Come on Kid.” A guarded
glance at Sarn spurred him on; they neared;
the beasts stopped and stared. Blue faced with dark eyes
that flashed, the massive turkeys’ ran like spears
into the forest like rejected spies.
“Turkey chases,” Jerlo grunted, eyeing
his subordinates, “what’s next pumpkin chucking?”

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Part of a series of Thanksgiving posts starring Sarn, his brother Miren and his son Ran. You don’t have to read them all but if you would like to, you can see them in order on my Holiday page.

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Read more about Sarn in the Curse Breaker Saga. Like vignette-style poems? I’ve got lots on my Tales of Shayari page or my Poetic Fantasy page.

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What are you #thankful for?