dimanche 12 juillet 2015

T. Vulture

I admit to being appalled by
   your red, burnt rubber face
the first time I met you;

Your peaceful aura, your
magnificent Victory of wingspan,
conquered my heart.

You are no carnivore like the eagle
or hawk, no
you don’t take pleasure in attacking
and killing.

You tidy other’s crimes;
bring peace to the roads and

You are no lone wolf: you love
your clan of three or four
gently painting artistic celtic
knots across the sky.

Inside the beastly mask, lies
a gentle Titan of birds,
aiding, quietly bringing

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