Under the blue dome of the sky
I watched the funeral procession of scabby vultures.
Patience makes them wait
until any unfortunate animal
death comes to claim.
I hear the murmuring wind,
"poor animal, death comes its way."
Now the land waits patiently
to remove from its bones
the nutrients for its own.
The vultures spiral in formation
round, round, round they go,
waiting for a signal from down below.
Death, death, death is taking hold,
Quickly the vultures dive
heeding to the invitation
that nature has to offer to
swiftly come to dine.
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rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In the mountains in Puerto Rico you can see the vultures swirling scouring the land for dead animals.
- Category: Nature
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GRACIAS ROBERTO ~ An excellent picture of "Nature red in tooth and claw". Your poem has a perfect structure of rhyme and rhythm (I'm a performance poet) as befits the awesome subject of actually seeing natures intricate Food Chains and Food Webs at work. With Nature nothing is left to chance. In London's Financial Quarter on can observe Human Vultures at work in oak paneled offices while beggers are dying outside on the street huddled in thin blankets at night in the Winter. The rich will always pick on the bones of the poor. For God's sake please don't elect DONALD TRUMP as President ! Thanks for sharing BRIAN
Brian, thank you for your incisive comments. Your point of view is so on point. In fact, I can write a metaphorical poem about the rich and the poor. The rich being the vultures and the poor the victims. Thank you!
they go for the eyes first.
nicely done! ww
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