Saturday, 5 September 2015


Scrawny necked, ugly birds of death,
feeders on carrion and rotting things.

Somewhere in Nepal,
they leave their dead for you,
on ice-cold mountainsides,
and watch you take the flesh,
the bones,
the heart,
the soul



Today is International Vulture Awareness Day.


eileeninmd said...

Great poem for Vulture Awareness Day! Happy weekend!

Caroline Gill said...

Well, that was some turn, Juliet! Happy Vulture Awareness Day. Wonderful header pic. of autumn berries.

RG said...

Terrific. They are around here - pretty in the sky. Not so much on the ground.

Maureen @ Josephina Ballerina said...

Yes, somewhere in Nepal, a Sky Burial.
Beautiful poem, Juliet.

I wrote a poem, too, for Six Word Friday; the word being Purple.
Come have a look.

How is Mr. Treacle???
Josephine sends him hugs and kisses.

Anonymous said...

like the twist at the end - we all have our jobs to do!

Little Miss Titch said...

great poem,xx Rachel