The Gobbler Poem by norman hale

Early in the morning
Before the break of daylight
The ol gobblers make their call
As if laughing in delight

Way up in the hill
Near the top of the tree
Is where they are roosting
Watching out for danger, you see

Just as daylight is breaking
He will fly from his roost
Strut all around for his hens
With his chest stuck out with a boost

And he gobbles at other gobblers
Challanging them for a fight
For it's a winner take all
When it comes to breeding rights

A jake now and then
tries to still a hen, coming off the nest
But if the gobbler catches him
It will be a fight to find out who's best

Wrote 4/18/2008 Norman Hale Jr.