A MEAL AT LAST A vulture screams. Black wings beat the air Furiously. Beady eyes, sunken in, Bleak and dull Sparkle at the Sight of a miracle.

A MEAL AT LAST A vulture screams. Black wings beat the air Furiously. Beady eyes, sunken in, Bleak ...

A meal at last. A short poetry about a vulture’s meal. 
by @akanechou
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