Seventeen Vultures

Seventeen vultures, perching on a dead branch, sunning on a live oak tree.

All of them appearing, to face the same direction, looking east, comfortably.

I think I should be moving, waving like a mad man, knowing that I shouldn’t be still.

I am in their sight line, feed on me oh don't dine, thinking that I am a road kill!

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