Fall 1999 Poultry Press Poem
I am a turkey . . .

- Priscilla -

And it is getting close to November
I haven't long to live
And I wonder why I must die
They tell me it is "tradition"
The carving of my dead body
On Thanksgiving Day in America.

But I long to gobble gobble in the fresh air!
I long to love my children
I long to live my life with dignity
And I am not stupid!!

Last year, they dressed me up in silly costumes
And called it "Turkey Olympics"
But my human friends got together
And said: "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! NO MORE NONSENSE!
STOP IT!"

And surprise of surprises, they did stop it!

Most of all, I long for a permanent "stay of execution"

Please don't eat me, I beg!

From "If Birds Could Speak
(The Longings of Our Feathered Friends)" by Richard Griffin

Pay attention to me!

Fall 1999 Poultry Press Poem