A flattened brown tabby marks the parking turnout
near the nature preserve, where morning’s breeze
animates wisps of hair across its lifeless form.
I park V Otis Walter* as a kettle of turkey vultures
considers that recently smacked down cat,
red heads tilting to meet my eye.
One, two, three of them land.
Commencing this feline feast,
the largest vulture hisses,then rips
into the belly of the road killed beast.
The other two dance,
leg-to-leg,wings spread wide,
while the kettle circles.
Red heads tilting, they hiss messages
like tears through heavy fabric
swaddling the dead,
dressing them for the belly of hell.
Brenda Warren 2017