I sensed a quiet, hidden gaze directed in my way.
With searching eyes I scanned the limbs, to find the Peeping Tom
And sure enough, though well concealed, the turkey sat-so calm.
Apparently 'twas in his heart approaching Turkey Day, so he was
Hidden, with the hope, to be nobody's prey.
I could not help but sympathize as I went strolling by, all knowing
I would live in fear if each year I might die.
I struck a pose of non-chalance; my pace I kept it steady,
Deciding this Thanksgiving Day.....
My meal would be SPAGHETTI !!!
Jane-Ann Heitmueller
Thanksgiving, 1995