Undaunted by the sun,
They spiral in slow descent,
Dragging grim shadows
Beneath their
Mottled wings.
Their yellow eyes
Survey my naked flesh,
Exciting their
Tiny brains
With primal appetites.
Ravenous screeches
Prick up the hairs
On my neck
And fill my mouth
With metallic fear.
Swooping past me,
They stir the
Parched, dusty air
And trail rancid decay
In their wake.
Curled into a ball,
I cower helplessly,
Waiting for these
Worrisome thoughts
To fly away.
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