Monday, May 02, 2011


The buzzards circled with lazy interest in the death below them. 
The scent of the fresh kill rose to meet their brains, 
acrid and over sweet.


Merry Meet and Blessed Be



13 comments:

  1. Cicling buzzards...the stuff of nightmares.

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  2. ah, so these are all the people in time square dancing and waving flags...

    oops that will probably get me in trouble....

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  3. A sight seen over and over in my neck of the woods where turkey buzzards are abundant.

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  4. Ugh. I know that acrid sweet smell.

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  5. Hey -- we all gotta eat, right?? :)

    And they do help clean up the land.

    I can see them tying their napkins 'round their necks. And swooping down!

    xoxo

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  6. Sometimes when they circle me, I wonder what they know.

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  7. similar imagery in the words and pic creates a dynamic tension that keeps pulling you back, even when your eyes have strayed!

    masterymistery at
    cosmic rapture

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  8. I knew I should have guessed what you were doing (below)! You were killing rabbits.

    And now those buzzards are taking turns at their remains. ;)
    ..

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