Turkey Call
Brightly coloured leaves are falling
A nip is in the air
Scent of turkey broth is calling
But from, I know not where.
For days throughout my house this smell,
A pungent, furvent waif,
Beguiles my mind for I know well
A turkey here is safe!
So, how the odour fills this place
I haven't got a clue.
Perhaps a rift in time and space
Recalls the past...with you.
©deborah burch
2005
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
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