A trio of Turkey vultures

Scrutinising betwixt interspace as far as my naked eye can see
high up amidst the heavens minute black dots baffle me

As I stare in bewilderment at three small spots amongst the cobalt blue sky, a penny drops from within my puzzlement & I realise what I espy

Three birds of prey are Buzzards dizzily circling around & around, caught up in the natural thermals that each one of them has found

Atmospheric updrafts whirling, twirling in sheer cold clusters
Gives a rest from exhausted wings that have flown with frenzied flusters

A trio of Turkey vultures soaring silently up aheight, only just barely visible with my beady eye through unaided sight

Brilliant biggish Buzzards with broad, rounded feathered wings
Just another of Mother nature’s heavenly creatures flying like sky bird kings