She was cuddling her turkey.
Getting him ready for the Thanksgiving Day dinner.
She wanted him very calm.
When she cut off his head with the butcher knife.
She loved her turkey.
But she was going to love him even more with bread stuffing.
turkey on the dish alluring flavor burns the desire of voracious belly but it's for Thanksgiving Day dinner so, choice in gratefulness affinity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes we have to let go what we like for the celebration of a tradition. An interesting write.