Galway Kinnell is an American poet described by some as one of the most influential poets of the latter 20th century. The following poem, Turkeys, was included in the January edition of the New Yorker. 

Turkey

Sometimes we saw shadows of gods

in the trees; silenced, we went on.

Sometimes the dog would bound off

over the snow, into the forest.

Sometimes a tree had twenty

or more black turkeys in it, each

seeming the size of a small black bear.

We remember them for their care

for their kind ever since we watched the big hen

in the very top of the tree shaking

load after load of apples down to the flock.

Sometimes I felt I would never

come out of the woods, I thought

its deeper darkness might absorb me

or feed me to the black turkeys

and I would cry out for the dog

and the dog would not answer.

-- Galway Kinell