fat white flakes falling
on plowed shoulders where flocks of
dark-eyed juncos peck
at grass, flurry up, flashing
white sides of tails and bellies
No wild turkeys in the fields since the blizzard, but after the plow scraped of the snow from the shoulders of the roads, flocks of juncos gather to peck at grass and gravel. With their dark gray backs they are nearly invisible against the barren ground, but when I pass they fly up in a flurry, flashing the white sides of their tails and white bellies.