i am content to be a scavenger

sparsely feathered, trembling

with a stench of carrion from window

ajar, yet chained


i linger, watchful

preening wings and

tentatively twisted talons

yet, with the filtered light of dawn

twist of neck….

shall I move on?


how i envy the entitled bird of prey

i know only shadow…


and decay

47 thoughts on “Vulture”

  1. Oh what an image you portray. This reminds me of an old friend and I, both women trying to break free from abusive relationships. We compared ourselves to street strays – living off scraps, grateful for the least amount of attention. I like your analogy better – we might have aspired to be birds of prey.

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    1. Yes dear V.J, you perceive what I was conveying well … don’t have to look far to see such behaviours, even sadly, in my own personal sphere and family. Thanks for your words ❀

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  2. This poem reminds me of the bards of old, studied in schooldays, who would leave me spellbound with their gentle mastery in weaving words pleasing to the senses; portraying stunning images, and at the same time making my heart ponder over the symbolism, that spoke with an impacting simplicity, of wisdom that only comes with experience, life and soulful emotion…
    Needless to say, I loved this, sweet Poetess! There are no more words I can shower in praise for how your poetry affects me, yet since actions speak louder, here is a virtual HUG ❀

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    1. Well I shall do a dizzying twirl, wrap myself up in that virtual hug and whistle a little FΓΌr Elise merrily! So happy to read this comment. The writing came to me in an instant from a subconscious moment… thus the simplicity πŸ˜‰πŸ˜˜πŸ’ŸπŸ’œπŸ†

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  3. You are a clever wordsmith, my friend! I’ve always thought your animal imageries and metaphors were your strongest and this piece is an example of why I believe it!!! You weave these images so expertly… as if I am watching a puppeteer dangle a vivid scene before me. I am in awe of you. Hope you have been having grand adventures and enjoying life. β™₯οΈπŸŒΈπŸ’•πŸ˜Š

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    1. Wow, and a double wow! Your words make me strut down writer’s lane with broad shoulders …. so proud! I can’t thank you enough for your enduring positivity dear Kelsey! You are a bright bright star in my world πŸ™‚ ❀

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    1. Oh you are a treasure Arbie ❀
      I remember seeing them only once, near whale carcass on a foggy beach in Oregon. It was eerie and the image has never left me. They are majestic creatures with a bad reputation but an essential part of the ecosystem right!

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  4. You read some poems and you read them silently and will never be able to express in words where did it hit, how it felt… Here you portray a scene without forcing any opinion or a perspective of your own.. yet you said it all for the thoughtful minds to be festooned with perspectives and leaving with them a taste of poignancy…

    Such vivid description of vulture and its fate…cleverly thought, beautifully put and effortlessly conveyed…

    ❀ ❀

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    1. How is it that I never replied to your most valued opinions here? Perhaps I was in post vacation zone, somehow still adrift in thoughts of distant lands or mired in the winter dark of the mundane. Your use of the word “festooned” reminds me of talents with your non native tongue ….thank you for lending me your time, dearest S<3

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  5. I absolutely LOVE this! It might not even have been what you were going for, but your opening lines teach contentment. To be content with who we were created to be instead of who we once thought we should be.


    1. Hello dear Va Va Vanessa! I’ve thought of you in the sweltering south Australian summer – record breaking! I trust you have been shade seeking through the searing heat of the day.

      Love your compliment on my writing πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ™ So sweet!
      I’m fabulous …. the early buds of spring are peeking here 😊🌷

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  6. Without expectations no one can be disappointed. Nevertheless, I have them and know, if you show up…your going to show out. there is a thirst for your poetry. a voice, a sound, a standard, a style and a redeeming quality and with words that wrestle against each other. You are Lady DI


  7. Ooh… #mood. This was suspenseful to me and surprised me with the ending: I was actually expecting a change of mood, but it ended the same, which actually made it so powerfully and poignantly linger…


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