Indian Condor Poem by Joyce Hemsley

An Indian Condor flew across
Larger than an albetross.
He flew above our tiny town
Spreading darkness all around.

The townfolk shuddered at the sight
Of this wide-winged creature low in flight.
He landed up on yonder hill
Where seven vulchers took their fill.

This dreaded condor lives no more
No trace is left on hill or moor
But the memory of that sudden fright
haunts our dreams ~ destroys our night.

We pray that there will never be
Another monster such as he.