Majestic Creatures

From afar they may be mistaken for a more majestic creature.

A hawk.

An eagle.

Some elegant bird of prey.

Up close, it becomes clear.

Their wings not so perfect; a feather out of 

Place

Here or there;

Somewhere.

With their scarlet heads, a vulture is unmistakably

A vulture.

There is an animosity toward them,

A fear,

A revulsion.

Yet, they do have their own elegance.

Whether or not everyone can see it.

They have an undeniable purpose.

They make use of what's gone;

Of what's dead.

There is a beauty to these jurassic creatures that I wish everyone could see.