Day Eleven: cathartes aura

every night
at
twilight
large dark birds begin their sky-dance
in
thick bizarre numbers
swirling concentric formations
these buzzards glide
alert--alive
in search of ... carrion? chaos?
ever-widening
ever-increasing
not ceasing
'til darkness comes ....
slow
circles
looming
scavenging
for our spent hours
and
lost
light