Still Crazy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Still crazy

Of the war, Second One
I read an article:
Austria gives award to pilot
(Canada’s) .

Then comments
(As I do) in my rush.
Jet-Ski on water.

I read wrong in reading.
“Protected Freedom…”
Skipped bill 51, with anger.

Then returned for poem…
“I am wrong, as always”
As I was in morning
On roadside was Turkey
A long neck, featherless
Red, as if, was vulture
Black was, overall
Legs and neck ostrich; rooster-fight.

“What is this strange! ”?
I said and looked away.
Ran in mind; and lingered:
“An owner must come soon.”

Suddenly feared-bird flew; took-off
Its wings large, like stark
On the tips an eagle, large crow
In distance it landed; safe and sound.

My first time to see such
Wild turkey in city, and flight.
Unaware…yet proud.
Talkative; very dumb.

I have lived long enough
Some see me as expert
It is time to watch out
But still crazy.