You see them circling in a sun drenched sky,
graceful, soaring without expending energy.
You know they are vultures, but that thought
is momentarily lost as you imagine yourself
a wingman to any one of them, free
of the shackles that gravity imposes.
One or two land nearby and you pause
now wondering what has died to draw
their interest, these morticians of flight.
Perhaps, you hope, it is some creature
dead of natural causes for these birds are
not killers merely cleaners, but soon
they again take to the sky and you see
it was just a short pause for them on a day
with a breeze and thermals for which they
wait each day, hoping for a day like this