The Vulture Poem by hamid kareem

The Vulture

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I stay in the background
Hovering high over the ground
Searching nay for rotten feed
Looking for long forgotten dead

I walk around with no fear of death
With the way am made
Who will think of me as feed?
I get as near with no fear of cages
As ugly as i am who'll make me a pet

I reel in my fortune
With neither fear nor jealousy
My only hint of sadness
Are my bleak eye and head
As even though am ‘free as free'
I still envy the eagle and beauties
For i hear discontentment is natural

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rani Turton 12 April 2008

The point of view of the vulture is interesting. Its also very subjective, as vultures do have a certain majesty and in urbans areas they arouse much interest. Good poem.

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Aaron Tate 02 April 2008

A vulture never has to worry much about a meal because things constantly die, but yes, the dignity and title you get for being a scavenger, isn't always the best. To be great, without glory is what one could say. Beautiful Write.

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Yonela Mali 31 March 2008

this is a great piece Harim

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