Oh To Be A Vulture

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Oh To Be A Vulture

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 Oh to be a vulture
glide easily on wind,
painting circles without effort,
capturing the updraft
perhaps,
hiding in a low cloud
and then…
It would be I,
that tiny black
rotating spot
reflected in my
grounded,
envious,
eyes.

With every breeze,
I would do it 
all over again.

The foulest carrion
becomes
 a roadside
fast-food
delight.
My plumed ailerons
lifting,
tacking
on  each
contrary breeze;
while I dodge
to my advantage,
sky’s the limit
for each flight.

My acute sense
would smell the call
to recycle
dead flesh.
Never flinching,
always willing 
I’d submit.
Now, it’s my 
fresh bread,
pie-in the-oven,
olfactory buffet.
My role in life
defined,
I’d never quit.

After dining,
perching with
other feathers
of my kind,
no need to chatter,
bellies full,
our comprehension,
subtle and sublime.
I’d be the one
nodding
to my partner,
as winds
change and 
 leaves rustle;
Air swirls, at take-off time.
“Meet you at the
top of the crest,”
push off and out,
rising, 
circling
higher,
wider
just for the 
Joy
the
 Luck,
that I was now
A Vulture.

Karima Hoisan
May 7, 2007
Costa Rica

*Re-requested by Hoyt:)

(En Español)

Oh, ser un buitre
deslizarse fácilmente en el viento,
pintando círculos sin esfuerzo,
capturando la corriente ascendente
quizás,
escondido en una nube baja
y entonces…
Sería yo
ese pequeño negro
punto giratorio
reflejado en mis ojos,
envidiosos

atados a la tierra,

Con cada brisa
Yo lo haría
todo de nuevo.

La carroña más sucia
se convierte en
un borde de la carretera
comida rápida
deleite.
Mis alerones emplumados
levantamiento,
virar
en cada
brisa contraria;
mientras esquivo
a mi favor,
el cielo es el límite
para cada vuelo.

Mi sentido agudo
olería la llamada
reciclar
carne muerta.
Nunca estremeciéndose
siempre dispuesto
Yo enviaría.
Ahora es mi
pan fresco,
pastel en el horno,
buffet olfativo.
Mi papel en la vida
definido
Nunca me rendiría.

Después de cenar,
posarse con
otras plumas
de mi especie,
no hay necesidad de charlar,
vientres llenos,
nuestra comprensión,
sutil y sublime.
Yo seria el indicado
cabeceo
a mi pareja,
como vientos
cambiar y
susurro de hojas;
Remolinos de aire, en el momento del despegue.
“Nos vemos en el
parte superior de la cresta “
empujar y sacar,
creciente,
dando vueltas
mayor,
más amplio
solo para el
Alegría
el
Suerte,
que yo era ahora
Un Buitre.

Karima Hoisan
7 de mayo de 2007
Costa Rica
 
 
 
  

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17 Responses to Oh To Be A Vulture

  1. I know, seems I am obsessed by strange things like eels and vultures lately, but I am just trying to fulfill a few requests:) 😇

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  2. Samreen Asad says:

    That’s so very well written.. Just reach at a point in life above all of the others in thoughts, aspirations and then what so ever says.. You gonna give a damn. You just rise high.
    There are so many perspectives to your writing.. Beautiful ❤️👍

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  3. Shokran gazeelan ya Samreen:)

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  4. Sabiscuit says:

    Eels are fine. Vultures, 🥴. They give hell on garbage day and they sound horrible. I wants went out for a run on a summer day at about 4:30 am and I was greeted by a murder of them. Absolutely ruined my happy-go-lucky canter.

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  5. Now you made me laugh Lily, A Vulture Advocate..thinks about that..Yes, I think I am and I know what kind of T-shirts I would make All black of course, with white lettering.”What you call dead, I call breakfast” :):)

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  6. It is a great post. Vultures and eels are also lovely beings.
    It is great that you write so well about the vulture.

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  7. Katy Claire says:

    I feel I am in some magical world between the eels and the vultures! You are such a talented writer to bring so much more perspective on the lives of these very interesting creatures!

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    • Thank you so much Katy..We have vultures nesting in our highest trees in our yard..There is a large community, maybe 20 of them, and they seem to thrive. Sometimes when the wind is right they will drop down just above our heads and glide over the yard..They are as graceful as an eagle, and one can only imagine what it would be like to have a wingspan like theirs and spend the day riding drafts without barely flapping. You are such a supportive fellow blogger..I love your comments:)

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  8. Hoyt says:

    Another favorite. Thank you for reposting old ones Ruca! I could read this again and again. I love the personification of the vulture. “No need to chatter.” “Nodding to my partner.” Brilliant!!

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