The Rarely-Found Vultures Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Now see I not the vultures
Labouring on the carcass
Thrown into the fields and fallows
Or the dead body of the animal
Naturally dead
Just like the taxidermist.

I find not the scarecrow atop the new building
Under construction
To drive it away automatically,
Taking it to be a man
As for rotting flesh may fall upon
Carried by other birds of prey too.

Their dwindling numbers, the fall in count
Making them rarer and rarer,
Maybe it that the bird will vanish from,
Deplting completely
To be called a extinct species,
The big and bulging bird.