Halloween // Turkey Tonic

I received a package

One I didn't expect, dots I couldn't connect

Where had it come from?

Maybe from miles away, inside a vile that says

Turkey Tonic  A touch sardonic ...

Interesting 

I pondered , but then I wondered 

A joke perhaps?

Someone getting the best of me, testing me.

I relaxed

Suspicions ejected, vile inspected

Why not?

Bottoms up, straight down the hatch

What's the catch?

It tasted like toothpaste and bile

But all the while

I wondered

Who sent the vile?

I picked the label 

With a finger nail, I went pale

Not a finger...

A feather, panic I couldn't measure

I went to scream

It would seem that I could not

And in the struggle to get words out

A gobble came instead of a shout…

I could not speak

I felt for my mouth and found a beak

Stomach began to sink

Such torment from a drink

Sent by who?

I was all a flap

My head filled with fog, lost

I drank but did not consider the cost

I scratch on the floor with my claws

Claws?

My eyes seem to be on the side of my head

I try to run but flap instead

My mind, now getting murky

Empty vile, panicked Turkey.

Last words I thought

Before my mind went black

But I forget …

Gobble , gobble, gobble