Like us, vultures rely on death for sustenance. . . On the ground, a group of vultures is called a committee. In flight,
The skunk waddles across the field; thick fur shimmering like mink on a well-to-do woman, oblivious of me, crouched, cold, and muddy, cutting Bok
I dream of men that will not leave my room, perched like birds of prey at my bedside. I dream of men hurting me,