Patience

After days in the desert

‘Neath a scorching sun

Failing to find sanctuary

Sporting a swollen tongue,

I fell to my knees

Intending to pray

Lord help me find water

Please show me the way.

A solemn committee

Plucked from the sky

Gathered together

As I lay to die

Black robed watchers huddled

‘Round my fading form

Whispering assurance

Yearning yet to mourn

Stoop shouldered graspers

Nodding their sage heads

Poised for the wake

Preparing to be fed

Through cracked lips I spoke

Syllables faint with dread

Fly away motherfeathers

I’m not yet dead.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

13 thoughts on “Patience”

    1. Thank you! This idea came from a poetry submission site. I’d actually written three vulture-themed poems in response to their request. None of them were accepted, but I’m still rather proud of myself for submitting them.

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