Stuart Watkins
buzzards soar searching high
spot roadkill and descend from the sky
alerting kin that dinner is nigh
as the first to land feast on the eyes
cousins, nephews, uncles and aunts
share the guts, flesh and thighs
leaving fur for sun to bake dry
skull, and striped clean bones
let for mice, worms, and others to eat
buzzards would rather devour the meat