I looked southward from where the wind had brought the brief summer rain, and was astonished to see a row of about two dozen turkey vultures perched atop a fence rail, their featherless heads almost glowing red above their black-feathered bodies. A sight strange enough to inspire a poem.
VULTURES ON A FENCE RAIL
Vultures on a fence rail,
Heads bent low,
Sitting still and bundled
Through a fierce summer squall.
Vultures on a fence rail,
Heads pointed high,
Wide wings spread and warming
To the rainbow and the sun.
One of those special moments–and nicely captured, Roger.
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Thank you Melissa.
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I met a turkey vulture at the local aviary this week and added her picture to the poem post.
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