There’s a buzzard following me
carrion curiosity
with hungry eyes watching
its awkward scrooge-like perching

Strange purpose the buzzard has
flying from dead tree to dead tree
its body lopsided and heavy
there’s this surreal sound

Have you ever watched a buzzard fly
in its heavy, unsteady, graceless way
just before taking flight
it makes a wet blanket sound

Up the road a ways
watching me from dead trees
I’m pretty sure it lives in the abandoned trailer
there’s a buzzard with a curious eye