he has to wait until
the rabbit is good and dead
watching and hoping that after the eagles eat
there’s something left
searching the sides of the road
for some scrap they left
giant hooded fiends
faces you won’t forget

the vultures are circling
waiting to descend

the blue jays scrap and scream
but they’re pretty to see
the robins peck and sing
and worms hide from the death they bring
searching the fields and streams
for some fish or bone to pick
scary monstrous fiends
waiting to turn a trick

the vultures are circling
waiting to descend

as the turkey awkwardly struts
conspicuous head-bobbling, feathers stirring up dust
clouds a cover for watching hordes
with no desire to hunt or explore
just waiting for death to leave it’s trace
enough to get at least a taste

the vultures are circling
waiting to descend

he has to wait until
the rabbit is good and dead
watching and hoping that after the eagle’s eat
there’s something left

Posted Friday, August 28th 2020