Beneath the feeder for the birds
These wild turkeys eat their lunch
Much easier than foraging in the woods
Where you can't find much to munch
They must hurry and eat and scatter
Or there will be a price to pay
Remember, guys, that soon it will be
That hated Thanksgiving Day
They cackle and gobble and hurry up
Then scurry off to hide
Is that a hunter they saw flashing by
With a shotgun at his side?
No safety in numbers here they fear
Every turkey is on his own
Hunkering down in the dying leaves
Hoping to be left alone
they keep quiet and hidden 'til its over
That horrible fearful day
When Turkeys take center stage
On the table on Thanksgiving Day!
© By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)
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