As I walked through the woods
I heard the air begin to shake
Right over the ridge from where I stood
The thundering sound I could not mistake.
The tom sounded off one more time
And when the sun began to rise
I took the road that lead through the pine
The tom suddenly appeared to my surprise.
He was roosted right above me
Drumming, Cutting and in full Strut
In a big ol' oak tree
Laughing as he gobbled at my luck.
I watched as he flew down
Further away, but never back around
And kicked myself for the next few days
Because that was the Tom that got away!
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