Soaring Majesty of Vultures in Poetic Form

the world of vultures through the

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Check out more poems about nature and animals:
- Eagle Poems
- Hawk Poems
- Heliotrope Poems

Vulture soaring high above,
Sky's sentinel with wings of love.
Circling wide in endless flight,
Vulture, in the fading light.
In your gaze, the world is seen,
Vulture, nature's keen.
Sky's guardian, pure and true,
Vulture, in the sky's deep blue.

Vulture on the windswept air,
Watching all with silent care.
In the sky, your shadow falls,
Vulture, where the wild calls.
In your flight, the world below,
Vulture, nature's flow.
Silent watcher of the skies,
Vulture, where the eagle flies.

Vulture, nature's own clean sweep,
In your role, the balance keep.
Feeding on what's left behind,
Vulture, nature's kind.
In your flight, the circle turns,
Vulture, as the daylight burns.
Carrion king, with wings outspread,
Vulture, where the living tread.

A vulture sat upon my fence,
With beady eyes and dark suspense.
I thought it's here to watch and wait,
For something's fate, to speculate.
It eyed my lunch with great intent,
My sandwich gone, in an event!
It swooped and snatched, so quick and slick,
That vulture's tactics, quite a trick.
Now I eat my meals inside,
Away from vultures' greedy tide.
I watch them from my window clear,
Their hungry eyes, I always fear.
A lesson learned, from nature's snare,
To guard my lunch with utmost care.

The vulture circled in the sky,
I waved my arms, it didn't fly.
It landed near with great disdain,
And stared at me like I was plain.
I tried to scare it with a shout,
But vulture stayed, without a doubt.
It hopped around, it flapped its wings,
Inspecting all my shiny things.
I left some food to make it go,
But vulture stayed, in a show.
Now every day, we play this game,
The vulture's presence, my life's claim.
A guardian of my daily plight,
This vulture gives me such a fright.
But now it's just a friendly sight,
My backyard's guest, from day to night.

In skies where thermals lift and play,
The vulture glides in endless sway.
With wings so broad and eyes so keen,
It graces the air, a sight unseen.
The vulture, a symbol of the wild,
Cleanses the land, nature's child.
In every glide, a story's spun,
Of life's own cycle, of day's begun.
Through desert's heat and mountain's breeze,
The vulture soars with ease.
A guardian of the land so vast,
The vulture's flight will last.