Vultures Poem by catherine pool

Sorrow weighs too much for some,
years being draged behind.
Yet they only weigh as much to sprung,
and raise a window blind.
I'll make true art when it says nothing,
and nothing has not spoken clear.
The heart is a mighty master,
but so is what we can't hear.
I wish there was a place where all creatures,
get together and learn from one another free.
Especially all the vultures there,
that place must be in me.
The sky looked for me like telescopes today,
and somehow the evening won.
I took great pains to hide my warmth,
yet I think it saw my shun. Catherine