my vultures by scot young

for hippie frank

i  saw two turkey buzzards
roosting
outside my door
holding vigil
in the treetops
like the undertaker
in  high plains drifter

watching
as i walked
to the barn to feed
and back
to front porch

they usually circle
these rustytruck hills
and hollers looking
for the dead

but today they sit
motionless
waiting
not riding the currents
frozen to the limb
daring me to blink
as i loaded my rifle
closed one eye
studied them through
the crosshairs
they flew away

today they win this one

and so do i

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2 Responses to “my vultures by scot young”

  1. Maryfrances Says:

    I really like the poem. Very visual. I’ve seen similar scenes.

  2. thanks–gave me the creeps

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