Vultures


They wait,bidding their time

Circle round and round

Their prey,till they see him

Guards down,vulnerable,away

From safety

Swoop down,grab

With vicious claws,sharp

And deadly,tear off limbs

Peck away

At eyes  that used to see straight

Blind him,peck

Peck,peck and peck

Him to his death,walk away

Satisfied,thinking

They did him a favor,smirking

At another zombie in the making

Just like themselves.

And the prey

Looks up and smiles thinking

Angels are coming down

To greet him.

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