Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide when I pulled on the slide On the airplanes opening door partition I had took the time without being sublime To explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition Maybe he had thought it pure jest his bulging eyes processed As his parachute opened He wore a look of derision His body had spun His look registered stunned, Like this was some kind of unreasonable decision It was expected of the youngest born before Thanksgiving morn To bring back from the nearest forest A bird After a mighty and fierce war With piles of blood spilled galore He registered a look that I mistook As if my demands were patently absurd After the last desperate howl of the game but defeated fowl He would drag the beast back to where we were living And as hard as he was able slam it down on the dinner table And holler loudly, "To all a Happy Thanksgiving"!