My death wish..

It's that time. Last year they took my mom. The year before that...my grandma and I think you catch my drift on this pattern. This year I know it's me. I can feel it in my gobble. I stroll through the woods minding my own business. Pooping and gobbling. Then there it is....a hunter..he tried to hide in the camouflage, I saw him. I tried to sneak away, but I hit a patch of dry leaves. He pointed his gun at me and boom I went to sleep...forever.....
Am I dead..did he shoot me..am I being digested..oh god I feel the teeth..hot gravy..oh god..
I woke up and I was in my nest with my mom. It was all just a nightmare..or was it a premonition. It's Thanksgiving today..will I die?