Have you ever watched the Vultures eat?
When they grub on their prey and feast on its meat
For I have watched the Vultures eat
With their claws and their teeth ripping piece by piece
Tugging, yanking
At precious traits
And slashing dreams away because they seem out of reach
They sit and wait for the right time to pounce
Then jump on the creatures first moment of doubt
They gulp down as much as they can
Then leave the creature restless and alone till next time
For I am what the Vultures eat