Laura Breidenthal Poet Rhyme

The Vultures

How anger steams the desert sand;
Dead bodies sprawled about the land, 
Beaks tear while cacti grimly stand.

Among the dead he is alive;
Devouring one-two-three-four-five,
Another fall - ten more arrive

October 2, 2014

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Stephen Kilmer November 24, 2014 at 6:36 PM Life eats life or perhaps death in this case. We all have purpose. Some more grizzly than others. I personally love buzzards. they are gentle birds that clean up nasty messes. Kind of like lawyers in love.....~Kilmer Laura Breidenthal November 25, 2014 at 4:14 PM I admire the vultures as well. They are my favorite birds actually. Thank you for your thoughtful comment. ~Laura

Peter Walsh October 29, 2014 at 12:48 PM Hauntingly descriptive and graphically penned Laura....I can envision the scene vividly... looking forward to a Halloween poem by you ...that's my birthdate go figure, a minute to midnight i believe... lol

Suzanne C. Goudreau October 18, 2014 at 3:16 PM Your pen is magical and your writing so naturally flows! Beautifully done!

David William Breidenthal October 3, 2014 at 8:48 PM This was a fun read. This is great! :3 Keep writing like this!

Richard Lamoureux October 3, 2014 at 8:48 AM This is like a dark nursery rhyme.

Jan Allison October 3, 2014 at 1:59 AM oh this is deep and dark Laura with amazing imagery. It sent a shiver down my spine. Hugs Jan xxx