"A TURKEY'S DELIGHT"
A Thanksgiving story:
I'll not pull your leg.
I  watched as my pullet
Emerged from his egg.
He followed me closely,
Absorbing my face.
A form of imprinting
Was now taking place.
He walked with a wobble.
(Bum drumstick, you see.)
His garrulous  gobble
Was music to me.
My constant companion,
My pal to the end,
He slept in our bedroom,
My fine-feathered friend.
We had him for dinner,
On Thanksgiving Day.
Le poult de resistance
Du jour, one might say.
He graced our fine table
As poised as can be,
In his own chair of  honor
'Twixt Momma and me.