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
Heavenward.
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Today is International Vulture Awareness Day.
Great poem for Vulture Awareness Day! Happy weekend!
ReplyDeleteWell, that was some turn, Juliet! Happy Vulture Awareness Day. Wonderful header pic. of autumn berries.
ReplyDeleteTerrific. They are around here - pretty in the sky. Not so much on the ground.
ReplyDeleteYes, somewhere in Nepal, a Sky Burial.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful 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.
like the twist at the end - we all have our jobs to do!
ReplyDeletegreat poem,xx Rachel
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