turkey in the window

you see a turkey
in the window.
fully cooked
and brown.
you begin to salivate.
you think
about gravy
and stuffing.
potatoes with
butter and garlic.
baked bread
and cranberries
fresh and sweet
and whole.
you sigh and wipe
the drool
from your mouth
until a cop
comes up
and tells you to
move along
buddy.  so you do,
and as you look
back you see
the cop leaning
on a lamp post,
twirling his
baton,
staring at your
turkey in the window.