a circling turkey

I saw a turkey circling, high above Manhattan his bronze and copper feathers ripped in the sun, and it looked like it was having an awful lot of fun. He looked proud, in those clouds—majestic and delicious, I could picture him sprawled out, on our Thanksgiving dishes. Then I thought, chastisingly, “Wow, in a way, that’s kind of vicious.” I opened the glass doors—we were sitting on the sky-high terrace. I thought I’d better check—so I wouldn’t later be embarrassed. I called Karen (Lisa’s Mom), “You already got a turkey to prepare us?” She was hand making apple and cherry pies, lining crust in the pans “You bet!” She called, “One's dressed-up—and a honey-baked ham!” Closing the door, I yelled, through cupped hands, “Fly on Turkey—DO NOT LAND!” . . A song for this: It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Shrift remix by Andy Williams and Shrift . . Here's a Christmas playlist: daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_34.mp3