“A turkey needs its feathers,”
my son says, as I watch you two glue
tons of colorful pins
some stick to fabric, some to skin
others free fall in greying November sky.
Beauty marks on a browning body,
black-bearded feathers extend,
and your dozing daddy,
sleeping on the blanket
after a long fall
will awaken to find
himself a centerpiece,
the perfect embellishment,
and also the main course
in our makeshift Thanksgiving feast.
Written for a photo contest, and inspired by the craftiness of my two children.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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What? No photo of a befeathered daddy?
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Did I forget to post that part? 😉 Yes, they are quite crafty these two.
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Hahaha. That’s lovely, K. Great visual.
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Thank you, Jeff. The crafty season begins.
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Haha, what a great image!
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Thanks, VJ. It was a prompt pic. But yes, it does match this memory perfectly, too.
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I meant the image drawn by your words, K!
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😊 Even better.
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