All Reversed

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There is a starving village and a vulture is stalking near by...

Submitted: September 21, 2015

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Reverse

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Slowly, slowly protecting every drop,

Quiet and meek echo their feet,

Quiet fills the air for the hunger is prowling.

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A shriek in the sky,

A beat of the wing,

Over comes the vulture flying its course.

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A flare of a weapon,

The rise of a hilt,

And out comes the bullet to capture the bird.

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A moment of silence,

A wait and pause,

The flap of a wing and a beakful of food.

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The thud of the feet,

The gentle drop of meat,

The sigh of relief as the bird stands back.

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Colourless are its feathers,

Colourful is its soul,

Awake it stands watching the feast.

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Forward it steps,

A tilt and a rip,

Throwing the muscle to the weakest.

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A sudden shout,

A weasy scream,

And another rise of the gun.

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Eye meets eye,

Anger meets anger,

The vulture stands its ground.

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A bullet,

A shriek,

And the hunter runs off into the bleak.


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