A scrawny corpse With flesh. barely intact Alone. Diving down, It claws through What is left. Slim pickings. But pickings still.
The scavenger Slakes its hunger Ravenous in its appetite, Scraping the brittle Bones dry. Appeased, for now, it scans the surrounding dunes Like waves on land Ever flowing.
It takes flight Under the Scorching sun. An endless ocean of Shimmering gold Foretells that the next coming of A meal may not be so easy an Encounter.