Poem for a Vulture


They stalk the night

Like undertakers in flight

They spread their wings

As the smell of carrion sings

Through the air like death serenading

The dawn of a brutal nature

Majestically ruffled

Their call ominously muffled

As they spread their wings like

Mountains across the plains


About Tania Kuhl

Artist, writer, photographer, wildlife fanatic, film fanatic and the occasional tequila drinker. View all posts by Tania Kuhl

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