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"!
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