It flies across the sky in silence,
Fearing nothing in its defiance.
It gives piercing looks with its beady eye,
Waiting for its next prey to die.
They prey is unaware,
That the vulture is up there.
As the prey draws it last breath,
The vulture approaches like death.
The ugly beast tears the creature apart,
And gorges on the preys heart.
The process is so vile,
That no creature will get as close as a mile.
When the vulture leaves the carcass of the prey,
The other animals fear in dismay.
For they know the vile vulture will return,
And it is nobody else's concern.
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My Anthology (Poems)
PoetryI know I am not a brilliant poet, however I love writing them so please can you read and like them.
