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)
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 ;)
a very funny poem with a message of when out in nature better to sleep with one eye...OPEN? .....still laughing Bri, wonderfully written.
The only vultures here are the politicians Fully dedicated to lies and corruption And their skin are as thick as those in your country Immune to shame like a pair of mating monkeys
Zounds like E. A. Poe wrote this poem... but yours beats Poe's for funny.
Just be glad it didn't start plucking about 3 feet further south. : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it sounds like you are unable to carrion now