... the Wild Turkeys found my house somehow...
...... I thought the  usual, of them cheaply on a plate...
then I remembered how things die...
..shaking with blood...
.... I wondered how we killed so easily, for the price of life...
...that some things...  animals...  did not really feel pain...  for their operations... unto fun and food..
...then I thought of the Garden defiled... of Adam and Eves bloody coats..
and I realized that all deaths were but to show us the Christ...  every man trembling before the fixed crucifix.. and every animal too in shadows pain
...till Christ should come... and do what none did willingly...  die for all, for the last time...  the condensation of all deaths...

... I'm "glad" that you liked it...  I must give all the glory to God though...  it really is important, to see,  in all suffering, The Christ... even as we say grace over it all....