Around and around they move, turning, <br />as big specks in the bright blue sky <br />before they suddenly descend one after another <br />with wild wings cutting as shining blades, <br />with heads stripped bare and necks stretched out <br />when they screech and hobble along to rotting meat.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/african-vultures/
