On Death Row
My life has been a good one until now. I was given the very best care. I ate the finest foods and I always had plenty to eat. In short I was treated as if I were meant for special things. My mother always told me that I was the best looking of all her offspring. She was so proud. I suppose it was inevitable that the pampering would go to my head. I strutted around so proudly. I felt as if I could do nothing wrong. So what happened, you wonder?
About three days ago, I was captured and caged like a common criminal. I have been poked and prodded and ogled. I had no trial. I was sentenced to death. I am scheduled to be beheaded in two days. Why? What did I do to deserve this?
Do I look like a hardened Criminal? I say an emphatic NO! Unless I can get a reprieve, I will be gone in two days. My only hope is that I will have made life a little better for someone. Please remember me in two days. Perhaps you can think of me as an important slice of your day.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE