The appointed time had come
To gladly devour the beast.
It stood no chance against
The ravenous hunger of man
Woman, wanton child.
Once a boundless bird roaming as free as the open sky. His wings now clipped, drumsticks gripped tightly, wet with homemade gravy.
Savoring the preciousness of the moment with the family.
And we’re thankful for the bird bound in our bellies. Without regrets.