Grass and Concrete

A flock of turkeys shambled their way across Circle Boulevard; their collective song piercing the morning silence as the sun cut away the darkness. They patrolled each yard they passed on the hunt for worms that surfaced for air or flowers that persevered through the first chill of fall. Cars gradually exited their driveways and patiently waited for a clear path. By mid-morning, the birds began their retreat into the forest and the fox that had been watching slowly followed.