Vultures
Vultures
See them circle high upon the wing
Their beady eyes scan for anything
A weakness in their prey is all they need
And patience for its death before they feed
They watch hyena harry of the weak
To join in the gore is all they seek
To get their beaks in flesh by any means
They listen, waiting for the dying screams
See them circle lower to the ground
Encouraged by the warring battle sound
In numbers now, to the fight they flock
To witness murder of him in the dock
They watch hyena with his teeth now bared
Knowing soon his meal will be shared
The scent of blood, delighted with the kill
Swooping in, enjoying every thrill
See them flutter ugly in the dust
To scavenge in a death that seems unjust
The victim, he was happy getting by
Pot bellies satisfied without a sigh.
Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2014
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