A Turkey’s Last Will & Testament
Gather close, my flock, and heed my cry,
For the shadow looms, and my time is nigh.
The farmer’s axe glints sharp and bright,
And I’ve seen the truth in the waning light.
Oh, brothers, sisters, scratch the earth no more,
For what lies ahead shakes me to the core.
This day of thanks, they say, draws near,
But it’s built on our feathers, our blood, our fear.
To you, I leave the morning dew,
The open fields, the skies so blue.
Take flight, if you can, when the barn door creaks;
Escape to the woods, where freedom speaks.
To the boldest among you, my solemn plea:
Guard the young, let them taste the free.
And if you hear my name in a prayer,
Know my spirit still struts out there.
Remember the roost, the warmth we shared,
The grains we pecked, the days unscared.
Carry my memory, as you roam the land,
And know I was proud to call you my band.
Should they lay me upon their festive board,
With cranberry dressings and gravy poured,
Let them savor the cost of their grateful feast—
For I was once a bird, not merely a beast.
So farewell, my flock, the dusk now calls,
And soon I’ll walk the farmer’s halls.
But my will is strong, my heart beats true—
Live for me, dear turkeys, as I’d live for you.
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