Grey Sky Rain
Today is overcast with sporadic rain showers. I wished for rain on my birthday and here it is. Unusual for Arizona.
While running an errand, I look up into the slate sky and I see them. Flying above the neighborhood community whose cruel nickname is Seizure (Leisure) World.
Vultures, spinning in a hypnotic pirouette; spiraling from low on the horizon to a mile high. Twirling to the waltz of the dead. I’ve seen vultures before, but never like this. As if they have their own melancholic harpsichord to guide them.
I ponder on the one who died. What took them? What was so special about this person that caused the vultures to react in this manner?
My own mortality slithers across my heart; I shudder.
black wings on ash sky
omen of imminent death
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg