I was watching the buzzards out back circling.  I wondered what they were waiting on to die when I suddenly realized maybe me.  To my great relief I saw one dive, then all of rest dive at once.  The first to dive was big and ugly.  Big ugly landed upon a black, a black is all I can say cause that’s all I could see.  This big, baddest black buzzard I’ve ever seen lifted off with all abandon dangling huge black beneath.   I guess we could write a rhyme about this vulture venture.

Above me I watched buzzards circle in awe,

Then a sudden thought that brought a dropped jaw,

Perhaps it is I these buzzards seek to feast upon,

I could just see them pick my bones until I’m gone,

Would I be zesty or tough as nails in buzzard meal speak,

Thinking of buzzard meat as a guest is not for the meek,

To be the guest of honor may or may not be okay,

If it is I they feast upon, I will pass on that scary day,

A thought of sickness crept through my brain till dead,

Would I attend if they were serving me steak instead,

Now to serve me could mean more than one thing in rhyme,

If I was served on a silver platter as a main dish of flesh of mine,

That is number one with the other to mean I was served food,

This has to be the weirdest poem you have ever withstood,

Perhaps I’ve spent too much time on being buzzard served,

To be honest those big birds have left me unnerved,

As I stared in wonder I myself began thoughts of wonder,

What is it these big birds have in mind that’s down under,

When at last I saw what can only be described as black,

A blob of black lies in the grass trying to get its legs back,

Legs?  Now how could I possibly know how black gets about,

If not for these protective windows I’d render aid with a shout,

I noticed the circle seemed more festive or perhaps intense,

With big black buzzard abandon it might make more sense,

Try as I may to enter the buzzards mind of eat black blob need,

I realized it’s impossible when I felt a sudden need for speed,

This speed brought cause of concern, was I inside,

If inside the mind of a buzzard I’ll take it for a ride,

Too glide freely through the air on wings would be supreme,

But to do so while driving a buzzard’s mind is a bit extreme,

I never made it inside the mind of Black Buzzard Tex,

That’s what I named him so there’s no need to perplex,

On with my tell all tale of Black Buzzard Tex and his tail,

I included his tail so all spellings of tell would be in this tale,

Suddenly with no reason or rhyme this meanest of buzzards dove,

Shot off like a bullet I should say, or as if a jet airplane it drove,

The blob of black had no chance I thought as Buzzard Tex struck,

I must say as black blobs go this black blob had very bad luck,

So many buzzards above and black blob the one they sought,

All the buzzards followed Black Buzzard Tex and what he got,

Black blob was hung in Tex’s toes or to be correct, perfect claws,

As buzzards pee on their feet we know Black Buzzard Tex had flaws,

To catch a black blob while diving so fast they must be good feet,

To catch a black blob while diving so fast it must be a good feat,

Into oblivion and who knows where black blob and Tex buzzard went,

When you see a big black ugly buzzard poop it might be a hint,

Once that poop was more black blob than poop take time to consider,

And when Tex buzzard pees on his feet for cooling it may be to rid her,

Perhaps I’ve been wrong all along and Tex was a buzzard female,

To rid herself of all the male buzzards in tow, she made herself smell.

The end, by Pat