Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Shoot!

I killed the turkey, so I thought.

It was lying still on the ground.

I went to pick it up and got

Into my leg a bullet round.

The turkey was alive and hit

My hand causing my gun to shoot.

Then off into the woods ran it.

I was in no shape for pursuit.

Just then the game warden drove up,

And I did tell him my sad tale.

Oh, he was sympathetic - yup,

But said I had to go to jail.

When I asked him for what reason,

He said hunting out of season.