I see vultures circling
high above in a never ending spiral
they watch, waiting for the moment to pounce
what is taking so long
it would seem they float for hours
I sit in wonderment, pondering what it is they are preying upon
slowly, they gather closer and closer
I can almost see their beady eyes and sharp beaks
as they press on true to their mark
I grow tired as I watch, waiting to see what it is they see
for I am blind
falling asleep, I wake inevitably to see
they are preying upon me
I am the meal