The Kettle
Posted on July 30, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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The Kettle
-Linda Lee Lyberg
A kettle gathers in the sky
Their lusty hunger enslaving
The smell of death wafting high
Fueling their frenzied craving.
They circle, soaring overhead
Scoping out the entire land
Ensuring their dinner is dead
Once they know the way is clear
They land and begin to feed
Some will eat, then stay near
Ensuring the committee succeeds.
They are vital to our earth
As scavengers, they fight disease
We must honor their true worth
And let them eat in peace.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Photo courtesy of: Tracy Villalobos
Lust
Very descriptive. And educational. I had no idea that a group of them was called a kettle or committee. Thank you 💜☺
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Thanks Walt- I love learning new things too.
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Spot on! We have a gathering area nearby. Hundreds and hundreds of them — many roosting on a cellphone tower by evening. The main thoroughfare provides ample meals; great variety of dishes. You nailed it in your poem.
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Thank you Charley!
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