The Egyptian Vulture

13-07-15

I stumbled upon him in the middle of the road 

limping along, hiding, from traffic and beasts unknown

I scooped him in my arms
and together we headed home

A Pharo he looked, Regal and at peace
his bald forehead I noticed, wrinkled with ease
O birdie, O baby, I wondered who is he ?
Who's little love are you ? 
Am glad you came with me 

With shoulders shrugged and a hunched back 
he gently lowered his neck 
grateful he was for being swooped
if not, he may have been dead. 

He savoured my love, the hugs and adulation 
And hungered for more, a little more of the attention
I wondered of his kind, his parents, his breed 

and suddenly his characteristic pose struck me....

He's a Vulture, part of my culture, I rejoiced at my luck and reality! 

He tried just once to peck on my flesh,
"hold on, I told him, I'm still alive and fresh"

Never in my wildest could I ever dream

a vulture so well behaved and pleasing to keep.

            

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(the egyptian vulture is brown when young and white as an adult. 

Please check on the beauty of this bird on the internet.)

After 2 days of rest the vulture felt stronger and he flew off.