Turkey hen’s death throes
Poults scattering, lost and cold —
I give back his ring.*
*Within a week of my ex asking me for a divorce, a neighbor called to let me know that our local momma turkey had been hit by a red sports car. I held her as she died, but was unable to save any of her poults. Turkey has always represented family to me. The timing of this couldn’t have been more clear.
The Druid's Well 
Reblogged this on hocuspocus13 and commented:
jinxx🌷xoxo
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Hugs!
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Sorry for the loss of your Turkey although it appears her death was not in vain.
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Yeah, synchronicity can be a bitch.
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Really sad to hear this. Sounds traumatic. Hope you’re ok x
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I am, thank you. This actually happened a couple of years ago, but sometimes the emotion just wells up fresh. This time there was enough of it to wring a poem out of the sadness.
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