Turkeys and lambs

Those beautiful turkeys
Colourful souls
Strutting though snowflakes
Taking on roles
They live for the yule tide
When humanity
Plucks them and cooks them
For dinner and tea

Stuffed with some pork meat
And sage herbs I hear
Served with the green sprouts
From Brussels, it’s clear
Potatoes and Parsnips
Those golden roots
Lots of rich gravy
And salady shoots

Thousands of turkeys
Meet their bitter end
And now we have little lambs
Somebody’s friend
In milk in February
Leaping wee souls
Loving their mother
In the kindest of roles

Infant mortality
That is their role
Bouncing through hedgerows
They answer the call
Of nature of mummy
Whose tummy they know
Imbolc a sabbat
When the lambs walk too and fro