Gyps and Corvids (Poem)

when vultures kettle in the sky

catching thermals with their broad black wings

what do they feel as they circle and glide

crows can hold grudges but will also befriend

and retain their reasons for a very long time

so perhaps when vultures descend to a wake

as they gather to begin their venue

they pause for a moment of brief recognition

that a being just like them will be their meal