  The turkey carved, resides for
now,
Upon a platter
square...
Resembles not the bird it
was,
With legs high in the
air.
Sweet taters that were very
good,
Beneath marshmallow
crust...
Their candied
layer stripped away,
As if that were a must.
The dressing made with so much
care,
Baked to perfection's
peak...
With so much left, it faces
now
A future that is bleak.
Cranberries, pie, and some cakes
too,
Oh my it was a feast...
To say there was far too much
food,
Is truth at very least.
And all that went
uneaten,
Sits now in bowl and
pan...
Each wondering what the future
holds,
And listening for the
plan.
Will it be put out the back
door,
For feeding dogs and
cats?
Rare treat indeed as they dig
in,
With growl, a hiss, and
spats.
Or will they go just down the
road,
To a family not as
lucky...
For them to savor and
enjoy,
Do justice to the
turkey?
(c) 11/25/06 Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
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