Poem: The Vulture

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My latest (in a while!) original five-line poem.

The Vulture

a vulture flew down and sat with me. Downtrodden,
she turned her nostrils up at my rotting flesh,
longing instead to sniff out the living, to see
vibrant flesh on an animated skeleton rather than mine,
where it seemed I was long past my expiration date.

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