Pondering the fowl deeds in Hamlet

If it assume my noble father’s person,
I’ll gobble to it, though Hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
And whatsoever else shall hap tonight,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
I will requite your loves. So fare you well.
Upon the platform, ’twixt eleven and twelve,
I’ll visit you.
Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
My father’s spirit in wings. All is not well.
I doubt some fowl play. Would the night were come!
Till then perch still, my soul. Fowl deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to tom's eyes.

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I love the turkey's deep focus on Hamlet, but in a way I wish it would move down and consider NW, by Zadie Smith, because I know the author would love the picture. I wonder if turkeys have made it to northwest London yet. They would fit right in.