Hi friends, hi friends, hi friends,
It is the best Friday of the month because we celebrate Aunty-Yam's FFF and Rosy and Sunny's Nature Friday.
I have a little poem for you
Why am I stuck inside
Staring out at the grass and sky,
When the dumbest birds get to walk free,
I wish I was a wild turkey.
You don't want to be a turkey outside. You might get shot! You are safer inside your loving home.
ReplyDeleteWe totally get it Styx....although we might rather just be a dog...chasing a wild turkey BOL!
ReplyDeletexoxo,
Rosy & Sunny
Styx, I’m with you! Those birds are just taunting us. ~Cheeto
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to look at those turkeys, but life would be much harder outside with them.
ReplyDeleteGood job on the poem.
ReplyDeleteWe really like your poem !
ReplyDeleteTHose turkeys make us bark loudly when we see them in the fields across from us or in the neighbour's yard. OUr yard is fenced so they don't bother flying into it, they seem to prefer strutting along on the ground. Flying is to avoid enemies, we think. Petcretary is good at imitating their giggly gobble-ings! LOL!
ReplyDeletePetcretarty loves it when the Tom's fan out thier tail feathers and strut to impress mtheir hens, 😉
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteAw, Styx mate, I feel your angst! I can understand that longing, but I also think that you would miss the ready meals and ear massages... hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx