I woke up, on my back, staring at the sky,
to find a vulture staring back. I knew not why.
Of a sudden, it hissed, flapped its wings, did NOT fly.
I said 'Shit! You're a vulture', and it plucked out one eye.
Just ONE eye, mind you, but it still ….made me cry.
(June 20, 2016)
ha ha you do make me giggle. your head is as nutty as mine....
[ I will fool PH; ha ha.] If YOU search for a poem Stop Picking On Me, you should find two basically identical poems: i think my spacing and PH's habit causes them to be existing separately. They each have comments. bri ;)
Reminds me of the old classic Kansas number......Carrion my wayward son?
Eeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww! ! ! ! I keep flinching from the image this poem has planted in my mind's eye [eeeeeeew! ! ! ] and the thought of that eyeball being plucked [ARGH] has me bolting for the nearest powder room. I know these birds perform an important service for planet Earth but oh how ugly their job is.... and how ugly they were created. Eeeewwwwww- -that title Stop Picking On Me is so gruesomely perfect........ eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww! Your poem still manages to be funny despite the horror of an eye being pecked out!
Hope it left your good eye intact. Reading it another pic came to mind ' Bri on operation table getting eye treatment' Thank God it is a good Doc by his side! I am sure you would find humor in that scenario too!
With one eye gone, still you can see so much! My typos have never escaped your notice, in fact not of any one else on poem hunter.......! You are amazing..... Bri! Hope on another walk..... vultures won't pluck out your other eye! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyable...entertaining..... I see the image in the fine imagery you drawn.. Is it to mean the following? .....: There are some unnecessary growth in our physical body as in the environment there are some rotten things....and there are some agents by in the form of 'vulture or crow or raven'.....but there is no such element or agent to withdraw or collect the viral growth that defects our mind to rotten it... I may totally wrong....I guess....I try... Thanks.