Shawn L. Bird

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poem-shy March 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 am
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I’m sure the vulture sitting there beside the deer

is eager to devour his meal,

launch red head first into the feast,

but he’s just sitting beside the prize,

to shy to dine ‘neath

prying eyes flying by on the highway,

hoping with futility for privacy to eat his meat.



This was the first vulture we’ve ever seen in the wild.  It looked like this one.


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