Everyone is sleeping
as light slowly breaks
welcoming this Thanksgiving day.
I'm careful, stepping softly,
tiptoeing if you will...
hens nestled upon thier batch.
Into the coop I go, like a slueth,
beneath my feet the leaves and twigs snap.
This mornings' chill is warmer still
than the farmers axe upon my neck
and my tired eyes begin to close...
I whisper "farewell" to that old fence post, witholding my final call, I refuse to perch...
extra sleep my gift to all.
Knowing with noon times approach
and the oven set to roast...
I'll soon be the family's meal !
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Ok... This is funny..
I totally meant to tell the story of a turkey escaping the farmers axe as he blends into the fold of the chicken coop...
Just one problem, I described the life of a rooster !!!
Stupid Covid 19 infected mind ( recovering as we speak).
Thanks to my dear wife for her attention to detail and reminding me that turkeys dont perch on fence post nor do we eat roosters for Thanksgiving.... Lol
Silly me.
I wondered...
but I thought maybe you do things differently in your part of the country. At any rate, a somber story that puts us in the mood for some turkey instead of chicken/rooster! That dumb old rooster, getting in the way of the turkey's place! Guess that will teach him! Glad you are recovering from that Covid 19. Bad stuff, that is. ~ Geez.
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Hahahaha...
Thank you Geezer !
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones...
I pardoned the turkey, looks like its indeed rooster I intend to roast !
Lol, revised and hopefully redeemed.