The weasels missed the trad turkey last year,
Hung in a series of orange bags, one inside
Another inside another inside another,
From the step ladder in
The garage to
Keep cool for Christmas lunch;
Just out of reach of the weasels lined
Up at the base gazing longingly,
Lovingly, lingeringly at
What they know resides within.
Just out of their reach.
Polly Robinson 2013