their balding eyes ©️

every day-
 
they survey
 
the sky
 
the ground
 
and
 
the land all around
 
secret societal protectors
that feast upon
desiccated entrils
bones and marrow
of recently departed critters-
 
from vermin insects and vectors
 
they are the dark interceptors
and scraggly dispatchers
of natures creatures-
that have gone away to their maker
 
on Shannon Ridge
their band is found
natures undertakers-
soaring on thermals above the ground
gracefully they climb and dive-
then perilously swoop down
 
scouring the ground
 
casting spells with balding eyes
that lock their scents
on deathly sights
 
circling
 
jostling
 
now they dive
 
one by one
Komma Kazi’s in flight
swooping
bending
banking left and right
 
over the vineyards
and through the trees
riding the wind-
 
rockets-that think and see
 
the Raven Coven
carefully locks in
on their telepathy
 
tracking them scrupulously
these are the black raiders
led by Mad Max
a most brilliant Raven
 
that knows how to track
the vultures inconspicuously
floating in disorganized moves
that the vultures don’t see
 
then suddenly it begins
a pitch dive into the wind
vultures bank left and right
confusing the Ravens sneak attack
 
carefully they soar
through the vineyards so low
confusing Sparrows and Crows
in the Ravens unique sneak
that few see-
Vultures now bob and weave
below-
through the oaken canopy
of this dogfight show
 
Ravens screaming mightily
frustrated in the aerial haze
as they lose their way in the maze
Mad Max fails today
 
suddenly
the treasure is found
a weeek old corpse of a Coyote
that drowned
and the Shannon Ridge band
dances around
on his bones
carefully laid down
 
upon the hallowed ground
for all to eat-
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Noguest.      From the Collection :Verses From Shannon Ridge  
Reflection: On the Vulture band of Shannon Ridge and my relationship to them-