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Hello again my friends.<\/strong> Summer is now over (sigh) and \u201cWinter is coming.\u201d Darkness has once again descended (this past weekend) and we live now for the warmth of spring too return. That being said, these dark times are punctuated by moments of brightness\u2026 the holidays. Thanksgiving looms and I\u2019ve been working on an offering for y\u2019all. It\u2019s kinda a story\u2026 kinda a poem\u2026 has a sprinkling of rhymes\u2026 but is mostly prose. It is what it is. <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been accused of sometimes being a bit dark in my writings. If this is so, you won\u2019t be disappointed in the fable that follows. Stash<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

The Twisted Tale of a Turkey Named Tom<\/strong><\/p>\n

It was the eve of Thanksgiving
\nAnd a jittery turkey named Tom was upset.
\nHe knew what was, for him, in store.<\/p>\n

Long ago, when only a fledgling,
\nHe\u2019d heard of the horror of Thanksgiving\u2026
\nThe gravy, the potatoes… the turkey gore.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Years passed quickly and Tom was now grown.
\nAmple in figure and deliciously plump,
\nHis fine feathered wings were meaty and strong.<\/p>\n

On this morning, there were hushed whispers.
\nFarmer Joe had sharpened his axe\u2026
\nTom knew he was where he didm\u2019t belong.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

In a blink, Tom hatched an ambitious plan\u2026
\nHe\u2019d wait for a gust of strong wind\u2026
\nThen flap his broad wings to fly south.<\/p>\n

If all went well, he\u2019d be on a beach,
\nBasking in Florida\u2019s sun\u2026
\nInstead of within someone\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

The next morning, before dawn peeked,
\nTom quietly made his way to the yard
\nHe waited patiently for the wind to arrive.<\/p>\n

Sadly, on this day the air was still\u2026
\nMissing was the strong breeze that
\nTom had depended upon to survive.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Tom flapped with all of his turkey might
\nBut as much as he tried,
\nHe couldn\u2019t get himself off of the ground.<\/p>\n

Fear took hold of our feathery friend.
\nFor Tom, it was a sad realization\u2026
\nMother Nature had let him down.<\/p>\n

*
\nTom\u2019s plan needed to be quickly altered.
\nThe farmhouse door closed with a bang
\nAnd he needed to think quick.<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes scanned the dark coop
\nBut Tom could not be found.
\n(He had hidden behind a fat chick.)<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Unable to seize the bird of his choice,
\nJoe settled instead on Uncle George.
\n(This came much to poor George\u2019s distress.)<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not very proud of myself.\u201d
\nTom tried to explain to his family\u2026
\n\u201cNot my finest moment, I must confess.\u201d<\/p>\n

*
\nTom was nowhere to be found
\nAnd George stood there, at hand\u2026
\nThat\u2019s when Joe stooped to pick him.<\/p>\n

Like the plot in a Gothic novel\u2026
\nLike characters in a Dickens story\u2026.
\nTom was the coward and poor George became a victim.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

I wish this story could have a happy ending\u2026
\nThat the farmer became a vegetarian
\nAnd that everyone lived happily ever after\u2026.<\/p>\n

But sadly, this was not a fairy tale.
\nThere was no sudden reprieve\u2026.\u2026
\nNo joyous celebration\u2026. no feathery laughter.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Well, perhaps I spoke in haste\u2026
\nIn denying there wasn\u2019t a bright side
\nTo this tale of betrayal, so malicious. <\/p>\n

While many delightful foods
\nWere offered on this day,
\nEveryone seemed to agree\u2026<\/p>\n

It was George, who was most delicious.<\/p>\n

Stash<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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