Winged Hunters

Cormorant, Colored pencil and watercolor on paper xxxxxxx

Crow, colored pencils and watercolor on paper

Egret, colored pencils and watercolor on paper xxxx

 Some birds are classified as vultures;

Reliquiae enhances their culture.

Others dive in search of fish.

I too eat sushi--it's delish.

Though I fret, egret,

when you fly through the sky

with your prey, which will die,

I'll not have an impassioned snit.

At least you're dainty about it.

While the cormorant picks his bone,

I've certainly got my own

to pick---with his wings,

the silly inefficient things.

With wings, he swims and soars quite high

When wet, he holds them out to dry

And, yet, it's odd; you might ask, why?

Water-laden, he cannot fly.

Stealthily, the graceful heron fishes off my dock

Long pointed beak pinning bass to rock

A toss of his head sends his catch up high

but before you know it ... down the gullet!

Then off he flies to hunt for pullet.

But so do you and I.