Tom Turkey was kind of jumpy
He had to get out of town quick
He’d heard people talking,
and what they were thinking of
doing to him was sick
All trussed up on the
Thanksgiving table
Getting carved up for all to
savor
He couldn’t bear the thought
Tom had to hurry before he was
caught
Tom skipped along, dodging tree
limbs and jumping stumps
Going as fast as his little legs
would carry him, busting his hump
But as he rounded the bend,
Tom saw two men in front of him
He quickly ducked to the side,
and watched as they searched far
and wide
Tom was hid well,
His feathers blended in with the
leaves
He was almost in the clear
until he sneezed
Tom tried to get away,
He gave them a merry chase
but, alas, that wasn’t to be the
case
The men grabbed Tom,
and put him in a sack
He kicked and he squawked
but it only got him another
thwack
When Tom quieted down,
the men should have worried,
but they didn’t
they were in too big a hurry
Tom had a plan
He was going to be free
He would not end up on someone’s plate
Not he
The men reached camp
and opened the sack
That was when
Tom went on attack
He jumped out,
claws bared
and went straight for
the first man’s hair
Tom dug deep,
to the bone he tore
It was life or death
the screams he ignored
The second man grabbed Tom,
and tried to pull him off his
friend,
but Tom was having none of it
He tore into him
He poked the man’s eyes out with
his beak
And ripped and shredded his skin
with his feet
Tom was determined to win
His life was on the line
He would do them in
It was only a matter of time
When the fight was over,
Tom was beat
He had never fought so hard
His stomach rumbled,
Reminding him he had to eat,
But Tom was too tired
To go foraging in the woods
To search out his normal treats
Then it came to him,
What he would eat
Tom started a fire,
and then he surveyed the slain
beasts
He didn’t relish the coming meal,
Even though it was sure to be a
feast
This is one of the original poems in my book, Scared Sleepy, which is available on Amazon. I know it's a little weird, but I hope you like it.
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