Not far from turkey just after dawn,
with stealth and purpose two hunters recon;
these darkened "dog faces" keep low to the ground,
forbidden territory….they must not be found.
Their senses honed, the objective in mind…
they resolve to take out all fragments they find
Along the borders checking crannies and cracks
scanning terrain before their attack.
Onward they go, the mission…the all,
undaunted, determined…..their target must fall.
Soon the objective is clearly in view,
unguarded….immobile….to good to be true!
They rise up slowly, getting ready to pounce
success a mere matter of inches and ounce;
suddenly, the commander's order is heard…
"Max and Mindie,… GET AWAY FROM THAT BIRD!
Come out of the Kitchen…..you dogs STAY AWAY….
that turkey's for PEOPLE this Thanksgiving Day."
And so, the great hunters sadly retreat
"Thanksgiving's for PEOPLE?….Gee, that's not so neat!"
They slink to the sofa where whence they had been,
"...What a bummer,..(think they)...shucks, foiled again!"