The woods is still dark
but the sky's getting bright
turkeys on their roost
where they've spent the night
The woods slowly lightens
while I sit and I wait
My mind conjurer's visions
of a Tom turkey's fate
listen now, what is that I heard
Is it the gobble of a tom turkey bird
I putt and purr to sound like a hen
excited now there's that gobble again
success is a goal but not always to be
the hunt itself is what nourishes me
to be in the woods fills a need in my soul
like hunters before me the story is old
