A Turkey’s Lament

Once I was proud
I stood out in the crowd
With my great crimson comb
And my feathers of black
I strutted about
There was never a doubt
I was King of the castle
I was

Then December was here
Yule logs and good cheer
and well
just because
I was doomed
all of us, really
were chased and despatched
I ran and I ran
and I scratched and
I scratched

I wasn’t ready
to die for a cause
I was just hoping
to have a short pause
But his hands
were round my throat
The air I could feel
Was leaving me
rapidly
Spare me!!
Appeal

Too late
I was gone
my soul
sailed in the air
Looking down
My poor body
Just lifeless despair

my feathers
were gorgeous
and black
But I would
soon lay
in the shed
at the back
all of my feathers gone
just naked skin
my feet chopped
my head chopped
Oh what a sin

of man yes enormous
I wanted to live!
To run around the farm yard
I wanted to give
The females a taste
of my semen but I
reluctantly
tragically
just
had
to die

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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