is big and black. has wings. eats dead animals. flies in circles. can tell if something is going to die. is found almost anywhere. eats anything it can find. makes annoying sounds.
Rachel
dead, carcaass, flying around in the desert; it’s really hot, ugly, black, feathers, sun, block the sun out, cast shadows on the ground, eat the dead, in the desert, leave only skulls, red neck, weird eyes, flying high, then diving low, stalking prey, waiting for the living to die, to run out of life
Eric
vultures are so disgusting.
they like eat dead things. i mean can you imagine eating dead things? i think their some kind of bird, i guess. but then again on second hand, maybe vultures aren’t so bad. i mean, somebodies gotta do it rite? maybe they are just as misunderstood as some of us. speaking of misunderstood, some humans are filthier than than animals.
Wallace g.
bird not of paradise but mountains in the south and the far side of the mid-atlantic ridge. Home of snows and thin air crying far away in the white wilderness. But who knows when and where it will next make an appearance? Not I.
Stevie D
a vulture lingers high in the sky. he frightens his enemies below with his vicious talons and bloodthirsty eyes. he scans the horizon, seeking out his prey. he will feast tonight, he preys upon the worst case scenarios of living creatures without a tinge of regret in his heart.
providence
ummmm…. shit son this sucks seeing the birs vircleing above me. it sue is hot down here. i walked as far as i could but those basters shure pick a dandy of a spot to put me.
NICk
my rotting flesh is grasped and pulled.
i’m getting stretched and scratched and yanked.
these uncaring beaks are sharp and cruel
as what’s left of me is snatched away.
oneword-poet
fierce mean creatures that scavenge off of other animals
lyndsi
The vultures swarmed around me, trying to find any weakness. I tried to ignore them. Maybe only looking at them through the corner of my eyes would help. I tried to avoid their icy glares, as I walked through the halls of my highschool.
This was everyday life.
Blake
Dangerous disturbing creature that feeds upon the weak and poor. It has no morals or ideas that it is doing wrong. It does what a vulture is what God intended it to do.
J. Smith
tures are a red messof fur flying t top speed across the sky. They are viscious creatures, that prey on small bunnies and cute chipmunks.
shannon hubbard
Preying, waiting, wishing for your death. Hungry, empty, not knowing its evil appearance, its evil deed. Cleaning up, getting rid… for nature, not nurture. Watching.
jessica
BIRD OF PRAY, I WILL COME AND EAT YOUR DEAD BODY, Y BECAUSE I AM SO VERY HUNGRY. I LIKE MEAT, I FLY AND I HAVE FEATHERS. IDONT LIKE BUGS, …… BUT I LIKE YOU ….IN MY TUMMY…
BT
vulture is a bird, it is a carnivourous bird. It is found in desserted barran lands. I saw a vulture in Horton hears a who. he was funny, he tries to be an evil bird, but is a very clumsy and stupid bird.
blah
scary for other animals, the almost angel of death like creature that preys on the weak and scavenges on ‘the dead, resistant to most illnesses that have long finished off the carcus on the floor.
jaime
High up above it has only a hunger for rotting corpse.
Four of them circle the stench. They all wait for the hunter to do his work and let him have his feed.
Tom
bird in the trees eating and attacking other creatures very greedy creature that doesnt like any other creature other than its self so yea
joe
I can see him watching me. Just staring. With eyes that pierce through my very soul. I can’t escape. Even if I close my eyes, I can still feel those eyes on me. I keep walking but I know that he’s following me. No matter where I go. He still follows.
maz
Vulture? Like the bird? The ones in the deserts that eat dead animals? Or like, people being vultures? Or things feasting on dead animals, like vultures?
Dan
the vulture was seen soaring by the dump looking for herds of prey… this was a location on the florida turnpike between boca raton and cocoa beach…. the vulture flies to and fro looing for prey to swallowl
tami donovan
vulture is a bird, it is a carnivourous bird. It is found in desserted barran lands. I saw a vulture in Horton hears a who. he was funny, he tries to be an evil bird, but is a very clumsy and stupid bird.
blah
Vulture, WEll aren’t we all Vultures in a way? We all are hungry for something dead. Someting we can’t always have, love. Sometimes you will circle it forever just waiting for the right moment, sedly for some of us it never comes.
Tierra
a large bird who eats other creatures. it is big and black and thought of as evil. it has a red dangly thing on its next. you see them on the side of the road eating dead rabbits all the time. Theyre kinda ugly, but i like them…sorta. i dont like dead things which they eat.
Amanda
Picking at what is leftover. Scrounging, scouring for dead. No thought of the life that it was before, just thinking about picking meat from between the bones and tendons. Feasting and looking for death.
rachael
Did you know that some types of these birds defecate on their own legs to protect them from the sun? They are known for their powerful stench and are said to bring bad luck by those who hold the old superstitions. I also find it interesting that they are possessed of the ability to smell- something rare among our avian friends. They use their sense of smell to guide them to the dead flesh upon which they feed.
Foul, yes, but without these and other organisms like them who would do the dirty work? Every living thing has its place in God’s vast and beautiful creation.
Rowan
Closing in on prey, vultures are really creepy. C’mon, I mean, they’re eating dead stuff. Like, WHAT? However, we humans eat dead stuff to…wow. Scary. I never thought! We are like vultures!
Volcanic
as i look up at the blistering sun, this fowl slowly circles in a lethargic fashion almost as if it were dancing. sadly for me this dance which might have been beautiful in another context, is rather sinister from my viewpoint because it is the dance of imminent death.
Ian Smith
unlike the fund managers who screwed up, vulture firms swoop down and rescue (or sort of rescue) those who can’t afford their homes. At least that’s what it sounded like on this American Life. Which I love. Just proving that not all awful sounding things are really awful. And that we’re all still in a mess…
Jen
women can be vultures. they go after things like the way vultures do. they wait until something dies to go after it. actually, on second thought, maybe women are not ike vultures. they do not always wait until something is there to and open to be attacked by them at times, they go in like a fucking lion ready to be the one to destroy it and then only after can the vultures of the world come to the corpse of whatever once was. or maybe i am in denial, who knows.
jd
a vulture is a bird or some animal that eats other anmils that are dead, actually its just a bird. its nothing else than that. they are actually kind of ugly. thats nasty, why would you wan’t to eat something like that. well we all do it anyways. whatever. makes no sense.
faith
being asttacked by silly penguins looking for that tastey commision..
ashleigh
bird gawking at something about to ripsw the head off of a worm. people4 going after other people. not caring about feelings. dont know what to do about themselves. cant fend for their own. need to take aweay at others. balck. dark. scavengers.
bryce patry
I see the vulture soaring across the sky. His eyes are invisible to me, but I know he can she every hair on my skin. As he crosses over mountains and valleys, I know he can also see you in the distance. Far away from me… It fills my heart to think there is a link between us.
sanja
like the bird? reminds me of the jungle book… evil, scrawny, scavenging birds. circling above. they foretell death.
E
it bends over our bodies tearing away at our skin. ripping our insides into the cold air. we are still alive. we try to turn, to stop the pulling, but we are pinned to the ground beneath digging talons.
Ryan
She was a vulture. The teacher, I mean. Not in a particularly good way, either. She wasn’t pretty. She wasn’t ugly, though. But she had this way of staring you down that made you felt like at any moment, she’d rip you into pieces.
That was the legend going around school, anyway. I didn’t believe it. Because I loved her.
Alina
someone who peys on those who have lost their way, their hope, their minds. i do so hope to avoid this fate.
Jade
The bird that just keeps on taking. No one one finds them queit nice but they’re there. Just like a bad neighbor or an annoying friend. Vultures…should just be given another chance.
Mari
And the vultures circle;
they’ve paved the way….
They’ve bit and clawed their paths to top floors in LA!
And beneath the brazen windows
you can hear the sounds…
They say the word on the street it something’s going down.
When the revolution comes……..
Kerby Olive
The vultures swooped through the sand capturing the small dog in his beak. The child screamed, Bobo, don’t go. Daddy, she cried, the big bird took Bobo.
Her father looked up. Too late. The dog and bird were gone – only a whisper of what they were. The little girl sobbed violently her head bent into her hands as she kicked the sand and moaned. There was nothing he could do, now was there? He knelt down next to his daughter and picked her up gently wrapping her in his arms holding her against his chest. “I’m so sorry. I am so sorry. The big bird took your dog away.” He repeated this over and over as the sun dipped slowly into the ocean, the air brought its evening chill and the man sat holding his child to take away her pain that he knew he was powerless to do.
is big and black. has wings. eats dead animals. flies in circles. can tell if something is going to die. is found almost anywhere. eats anything it can find. makes annoying sounds.
dead, carcaass, flying around in the desert; it’s really hot, ugly, black, feathers, sun, block the sun out, cast shadows on the ground, eat the dead, in the desert, leave only skulls, red neck, weird eyes, flying high, then diving low, stalking prey, waiting for the living to die, to run out of life
vultures are so disgusting.
they like eat dead things. i mean can you imagine eating dead things? i think their some kind of bird, i guess. but then again on second hand, maybe vultures aren’t so bad. i mean, somebodies gotta do it rite? maybe they are just as misunderstood as some of us. speaking of misunderstood, some humans are filthier than than animals.
bird not of paradise but mountains in the south and the far side of the mid-atlantic ridge. Home of snows and thin air crying far away in the white wilderness. But who knows when and where it will next make an appearance? Not I.
a vulture lingers high in the sky. he frightens his enemies below with his vicious talons and bloodthirsty eyes. he scans the horizon, seeking out his prey. he will feast tonight, he preys upon the worst case scenarios of living creatures without a tinge of regret in his heart.
ummmm…. shit son this sucks seeing the birs vircleing above me. it sue is hot down here. i walked as far as i could but those basters shure pick a dandy of a spot to put me.
my rotting flesh is grasped and pulled.
i’m getting stretched and scratched and yanked.
these uncaring beaks are sharp and cruel
as what’s left of me is snatched away.
fierce mean creatures that scavenge off of other animals
The vultures swarmed around me, trying to find any weakness. I tried to ignore them. Maybe only looking at them through the corner of my eyes would help. I tried to avoid their icy glares, as I walked through the halls of my highschool.
This was everyday life.
Dangerous disturbing creature that feeds upon the weak and poor. It has no morals or ideas that it is doing wrong. It does what a vulture is what God intended it to do.
tures are a red messof fur flying t top speed across the sky. They are viscious creatures, that prey on small bunnies and cute chipmunks.
Preying, waiting, wishing for your death. Hungry, empty, not knowing its evil appearance, its evil deed. Cleaning up, getting rid… for nature, not nurture. Watching.
BIRD OF PRAY, I WILL COME AND EAT YOUR DEAD BODY, Y BECAUSE I AM SO VERY HUNGRY. I LIKE MEAT, I FLY AND I HAVE FEATHERS. IDONT LIKE BUGS, …… BUT I LIKE YOU ….IN MY TUMMY…
vulture is a bird, it is a carnivourous bird. It is found in desserted barran lands. I saw a vulture in Horton hears a who. he was funny, he tries to be an evil bird, but is a very clumsy and stupid bird.
scary for other animals, the almost angel of death like creature that preys on the weak and scavenges on ‘the dead, resistant to most illnesses that have long finished off the carcus on the floor.
High up above it has only a hunger for rotting corpse.
Four of them circle the stench. They all wait for the hunter to do his work and let him have his feed.
bird in the trees eating and attacking other creatures very greedy creature that doesnt like any other creature other than its self so yea
I can see him watching me. Just staring. With eyes that pierce through my very soul. I can’t escape. Even if I close my eyes, I can still feel those eyes on me. I keep walking but I know that he’s following me. No matter where I go. He still follows.
Vulture? Like the bird? The ones in the deserts that eat dead animals? Or like, people being vultures? Or things feasting on dead animals, like vultures?
the vulture was seen soaring by the dump looking for herds of prey… this was a location on the florida turnpike between boca raton and cocoa beach…. the vulture flies to and fro looing for prey to swallowl
vulture is a bird, it is a carnivourous bird. It is found in desserted barran lands. I saw a vulture in Horton hears a who. he was funny, he tries to be an evil bird, but is a very clumsy and stupid bird.
Vulture, WEll aren’t we all Vultures in a way? We all are hungry for something dead. Someting we can’t always have, love. Sometimes you will circle it forever just waiting for the right moment, sedly for some of us it never comes.
a large bird who eats other creatures. it is big and black and thought of as evil. it has a red dangly thing on its next. you see them on the side of the road eating dead rabbits all the time. Theyre kinda ugly, but i like them…sorta. i dont like dead things which they eat.
Picking at what is leftover. Scrounging, scouring for dead. No thought of the life that it was before, just thinking about picking meat from between the bones and tendons. Feasting and looking for death.
Did you know that some types of these birds defecate on their own legs to protect them from the sun? They are known for their powerful stench and are said to bring bad luck by those who hold the old superstitions. I also find it interesting that they are possessed of the ability to smell- something rare among our avian friends. They use their sense of smell to guide them to the dead flesh upon which they feed.
Foul, yes, but without these and other organisms like them who would do the dirty work? Every living thing has its place in God’s vast and beautiful creation.
Closing in on prey, vultures are really creepy. C’mon, I mean, they’re eating dead stuff. Like, WHAT? However, we humans eat dead stuff to…wow. Scary. I never thought! We are like vultures!
as i look up at the blistering sun, this fowl slowly circles in a lethargic fashion almost as if it were dancing. sadly for me this dance which might have been beautiful in another context, is rather sinister from my viewpoint because it is the dance of imminent death.
unlike the fund managers who screwed up, vulture firms swoop down and rescue (or sort of rescue) those who can’t afford their homes. At least that’s what it sounded like on this American Life. Which I love. Just proving that not all awful sounding things are really awful. And that we’re all still in a mess…
women can be vultures. they go after things like the way vultures do. they wait until something dies to go after it. actually, on second thought, maybe women are not ike vultures. they do not always wait until something is there to and open to be attacked by them at times, they go in like a fucking lion ready to be the one to destroy it and then only after can the vultures of the world come to the corpse of whatever once was. or maybe i am in denial, who knows.
a vulture is a bird or some animal that eats other anmils that are dead, actually its just a bird. its nothing else than that. they are actually kind of ugly. thats nasty, why would you wan’t to eat something like that. well we all do it anyways. whatever. makes no sense.
being asttacked by silly penguins looking for that tastey commision..
bird gawking at something about to ripsw the head off of a worm. people4 going after other people. not caring about feelings. dont know what to do about themselves. cant fend for their own. need to take aweay at others. balck. dark. scavengers.
I see the vulture soaring across the sky. His eyes are invisible to me, but I know he can she every hair on my skin. As he crosses over mountains and valleys, I know he can also see you in the distance. Far away from me… It fills my heart to think there is a link between us.
like the bird? reminds me of the jungle book… evil, scrawny, scavenging birds. circling above. they foretell death.
it bends over our bodies tearing away at our skin. ripping our insides into the cold air. we are still alive. we try to turn, to stop the pulling, but we are pinned to the ground beneath digging talons.
She was a vulture. The teacher, I mean. Not in a particularly good way, either. She wasn’t pretty. She wasn’t ugly, though. But she had this way of staring you down that made you felt like at any moment, she’d rip you into pieces.
That was the legend going around school, anyway. I didn’t believe it. Because I loved her.
someone who peys on those who have lost their way, their hope, their minds. i do so hope to avoid this fate.
The bird that just keeps on taking. No one one finds them queit nice but they’re there. Just like a bad neighbor or an annoying friend. Vultures…should just be given another chance.
And the vultures circle;
they’ve paved the way….
They’ve bit and clawed their paths to top floors in LA!
And beneath the brazen windows
you can hear the sounds…
They say the word on the street it something’s going down.
When the revolution comes……..
The vultures swooped through the sand capturing the small dog in his beak. The child screamed, Bobo, don’t go. Daddy, she cried, the big bird took Bobo.
Her father looked up. Too late. The dog and bird were gone – only a whisper of what they were. The little girl sobbed violently her head bent into her hands as she kicked the sand and moaned. There was nothing he could do, now was there? He knelt down next to his daughter and picked her up gently wrapping her in his arms holding her against his chest. “I’m so sorry. I am so sorry. The big bird took your dog away.” He repeated this over and over as the sun dipped slowly into the ocean, the air brought its evening chill and the man sat holding his child to take away her pain that he knew he was powerless to do.