Image by Alex Shapiro
Over My Head
The trio of turkey vultures
continued to circle. Again, and again.
Directly over me.
For an intimidatingly long time.
I didn’t just hear the diaphanous sound
of their broad wingspans flapping.
I actually felt the slight movement
in the air that the flapping generated
on this very windless day.
They flew low.
Gazing straight up to the beautiful,
full spread of feathers and talons,
I realized that I was viewing the same,
very last image, as has many a hapless rodent.
It’s still light out as I type this.
All bets are off.
Alex Shapiro
Posted over on her site Notes From the Kelp
Line breaks by Glenn Buttkus.
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