Boom in Law with Turkey

Dearest Turkey, I see you in a boom tomb room outside of court.  You begin as 16 and end as a battalion of 842.  Federal law enforcement observes this mystical division and birth.  You are freed and you B line to the court room, thus the legal process.  My holy drops to his knees and allows you to adorn him with your bodies and feathers.  You celebrate his magnificence.  Others will be approached by you and won't be so lucky.  I get that you kill telepathically.  Now that you are an army for the holy, eagle will protect from the sky.  My holy man now has the strongest eagle eye in all vicinity.  It covers Earth and sky.  Maybe even gorillas looked through and found you all delightful and tasty.  Maybe it was a day to play carnivore with this creature of natural give away.  All of you not right with the law may be hunted by turkey.  They are a nation now and have always traveled with me.  My excitement to see them in the urban "wild" will never dim or wither.  You are all beautiful and TRES INTELLIGENTES.