-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.
Linda Lee Lyberg
Photo courtesy of: Tracy Villalobos