Aug 2021
at the edge of night
vultures circle
the bones of another day
leaving me
one sunset
closer to my grave
vultures circle
the bones of another day
leaving me
one sunset
closer to my grave
After a very long day, as I watch the sun sink into the mountains, vultures wheel silently through smoky skies, circling the small Wyoming town I call home. Sometimes Nature knows exactly how I feel.
