buzzards start circling this tree at dusk,
landing on the tips for the night.
by the time the sky is dark they've covered it's
broken arms. like they've pulled the dark down
from the sky with them to make the night.
they sleep restlessly, making very un-avian like sounds.
we slept outdoors and near them all weekend.
i assume buzzards are pretty germ-y and smelly.
so, not close enough for that, but near enough
to not forget they were there.
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