Vultures
Ever feel stalked when you leave a store?
If you don’t understand the reference to venue or kettle, wiki vultures. :)
Pull your coat tighter.
Here they pass again,
Watching for their moment,
Scavenging for their fill.
They are their own venue,
A kettle ceaselessy stirring
Over a black landscape
Pockmarked with precipitation.
Keep walking as brisk as the air
With your head tucked low.
If there is any sign of weakness,
If they sense any open space . . .
Now! Aiming for their target,
They race for their prize.
A survival of the quickest.
The rest resume circling.
They continue the hunt
For a better parking spot.
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