Attached to its bony carcass
On a dirty dish-piled counter
Wondering whether it ends up
In soup stock or the trash can
It overhears laughter
Some frothy debate
A fight breaking out
New people broken in
Children running
Children crying
Drunken singing
Zingers flying
Kisses stolen
Bodies swollen
Someone smokes outside
Games are played inside
And the turkey leg longs
To be a part of the throng
But it knows it won’t be
As its time is numbered
Maybe lasting till morning
While largely ignored until
The deep sighs of woeful
Cleaning have begun
But that’s hours away
And it really wants to stay
While the humans beyond
Are purposefully loud
Loving and painfully aware
Of limitations and aspirations
Until they all drift slowly away
What’s left is a turkey leg
Grateful for the memories
They forever become
–KWG
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