16 March, 2014 by katelaity
(or in Latin, that’s Vultur gryphus);
Of other birds are people generally fonder
But this noble scavenger wouldn’t miss us.
A ruff of white feathers and a head of flesh
Top a body that’s lean and grisly.
Feathers with corpses do not well mesh,
When they’re cleaning a carcass busily.
A red shade of eye and a broad span of wings
Makes the condor prove most vivid.
If I mentioned the nature of its cloacal things*
You’d doubtless become quite livid.
But it doesn’t dissuade the vulture miss
Who’s wooed by a male who inflates his neck.
They dance, he wattles, and then both of them hiss
Then settle on their nest with a loving peck.
Who says romance is dead? It was probably a Condor.
Without a dead cow now and then, she would probably wander.