Strutting,
sleek,
well-liveried,
wearing
their long
coats with
aplomb,
they have
the neck for
anything
where
there’s a
quick return
and they can
get in
at ground
level.
Almost like
eagles in
the air,
but with a
guarded
gravitas
and
challenging
stare,
are they
aware
perhaps
that they
are not
quite
from the top
echelon?
High-flyers
nonetheless,
spotting the
fastest
currents to
the top,
cutting fine
figures with
their loops
and gyres,
wheeling and
gliding,
biding time
until they
find
what the
wheel of all
things
never fails
to provide.
Then see the
vultures
drop at
speed,
unceremonious,
flapping in
dozens to
the carrion;
hunched at
the banquet,
gobbets in
the beak;
all their
display
brought down
to naked
scavenging.
- David
Morphet 2004