ode to the humble turkey vulture
and the gods created them dark, bald,
and brooding, not exactly the life of the party,
more like the cleanup crew, not averse to
leftovers, picking bones clean, saving the
planet from methane gas, one carcass of
rotting flesh at a time, the gentlest of
creatures who wouldn’t, couldn’t kill a fly,
totally misunderstood, a six foot wing
span that blocks the sun as it swoops
overhead, darkening the sky, causing one
to wonder if they might be descended
from dragons, or demons…looming from
the corner of the room watching, waiting,
at the ready to clean the refuse left
behind by privileged, out of touch souls
who wouldn’t be caught dead doing what
they do, ironically, their inevitable death
is exactly what these dark angels are
watching, waiting for… despise them at
you own peril for they will have the last
laugh, happily disemboweling you simply because it’s their job to clean up the world’s
mess, and because the gods created them dark
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 20 prompt: For today, try writing your own poem that uses an animal that shows up in myths and legends as a metaphor for some aspect of a contemporary person’s life. Include one spoken phrase.
Today’s Glimmer…my wife is determined to create a butterfly/bird garden for me…because she knows how much I love them. It’s going to be beautiful! It IS beautiful.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨🪴💚🪴✨✨✨
like mercury colliding... 