With bated breaths,
Watering mouths,
Claws stretched taut,
and hungry, black-brown bodies,
These hungry vultures
stare around them,
Waiting excitedly for dead bodies,
To fall on the ground,
In a town where sparrows
and smaller birds
are disappearing,
The ponds and lakes are drying
The migratory birds have stopped visiting,
The wild animals are gored to death,
And the air is filling up
With poisonous gases...
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