Dangerous World Out There

Hunted. There is no safety to be found.
Everywhere I turn, my brothers and sisters have been caught and met their end.
Run. Run. Run.

They are all so …hungry!
Why oh why do I have to taste so good?
Stuffed, buttered, salt and peppered.

Run. Run.
Gobble. Gobble.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

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20 thoughts on “Dangerous World Out There

  1. My wife’s grandpa Bankson raised turkeys, of them he said, “They are God’s dumbest creature; tilting their heads up in a rainstorm to drink and drowning; and on hot days all huddled under the same shade tree and smothering each other!” But they tasted good!

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