Poem for a Vulture

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

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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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