Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #220
The Turkeys Ran Away
by Belinda Roddie
The turkeys ran away once they heard news
that Thanksgiving was upon them again.
One turkey played the banjo, sang the blues,
and practiced paltry (and poultry) laments.
The birds all gathered and set up a camp,
serving each other plates of pecan pie,
and burned their feathers just to light their lamps
at night so the bravest could keep an eye
out for hunters or animals hungry
for white or dark meat. When the morning came,
the last notes of the banjo left to die,
and a gunshot was heard across the lane
where the turkeys slept. Boy, they clucked and prayed,
but they could not escape the holiday.
by Belinda Roddie
The turkeys ran away once they heard news
that Thanksgiving was upon them again.
One turkey played the banjo, sang the blues,
and practiced paltry (and poultry) laments.
The birds all gathered and set up a camp,
serving each other plates of pecan pie,
and burned their feathers just to light their lamps
at night so the bravest could keep an eye
out for hunters or animals hungry
for white or dark meat. When the morning came,
the last notes of the banjo left to die,
and a gunshot was heard across the lane
where the turkeys slept. Boy, they clucked and prayed,
but they could not escape the holiday.
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