three black vultures rise

tilt, turn in the white morning sun
plumes of death trail behind

contrails, circle above landing planes
thermal-driven without effort
father, son, holy ghost

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A Cherita for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 4 

Also posting to Frank J. Tassone’s Challenge #6 – Saints & Souls

Author’s Note:  We have a large number of Black Vultures here in Florida, for which I, personally am thankful.  They are specially designed and equiped to deal with death, thus removing it from our hands.  They get a bad rap from most; I consider them essential.  In that light, they are highly symbolic.  ~Jilly