Tribal elders in their feathered garb
pow-wow in the middle of the road.
Bright red wattles shake
from bright blue faces

(reminding me of
rabid football fans) .

Smiling drivers stop,
though with a slight discomfort

to see something so ancient
that Johnny-come-lately, reason,
makes no sense of it at all.

Max Reif

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-turkeys-on-the-road-near-home/