Vulture

• Nathan Jamieson, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

A feather
Black as a telltale shadow
Fluttering with a purpose
Twisting, whirling
An omen of terror
Awake.
The sky tears apart
Haunting, unwelcome scream
Wings of black lightning circle the sky
A shriek, heart wrenching
A spine, chilled.
A bird
The work of the devil
Satanic eyes
Yellow twisting flames
Glowing molten rock.
The claws
A hardened criminal would run
At the sight of the claws
Blood-covered daggers
Hungering to rend flesh
Blood lust.