Monday, March 20, 2023

On Buzzards

 The old buzzard stood by the fence

He did not care

What you thought

Or said

Or what pain you felt.

Much like that giant bird

Floating on the updraft

With wings wide casting a big shadow,

He let you know

With the tip of a hat

Or a smile half hidden

That some day you may be

A buzzard too…

But not quite yet!

Until then you would



*thank you Dianne Tolley over at On the Border

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