The Visitor Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Focusing on something that seemed contrary
The image became clear as I drove nearer
Its appearance was quite extraordinary…
Never saw anything like it in all my years

Flying from the edge of a suburban path
Lifting from a dead carcass while I stared…
Landing in a yard as I gazed with amazement
A featherless head with a red cocked a glare

Its demeanor was strikingly out of place
The scavenger king from a desert scene
Stopped for dinner in this northern climate…
The vulture dined until his plate was clean

8/30/07