I see you dangling legs off the abandoned building
From way up there you must know how to fly
You see the land below and choose the best spot
You will feed and you will vomit
I see you raise wing to acknowledge me
Drying out in the sun like washing on a line
Navigating the shade in the midst of midday
after celebrating the early morning fog
Walking on the ceiling at midnight
your head not far from the floor
The risk of kicking off
and being swallowed by the night sky
We dirty humans offer you a great feast of carrion and scrap
As the peasant a millenia ago
We have not evolved, yet you have
digesting hellish diseases on each carcass that you feed
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