If I were a Vulture, a mythical bird--
With wing-feathers of bronze, sharp and deadly
I would soar high above the trembling world
And screech Banshee-threats down upon it;
Not out of hate or malice, but just for fun--
The world needs a good scare now and then...
Around the spinning Earth I would fly,
Seeing all with my merciless eyes--what other
Monsters might I spy down below?
In Canada the fearsome Wendigo strides,
Cold as Arctic ice, seeking to devour all
In his path--I'd rake him with my talons,
Make the hairy fiend howl in terror...
To Scotland next, and over Loch Ness
I shriek my challenge--will the Monster
Rear her dark slick head and bellow back?
To Fabled Greece, to confront the Harpies--
Vulture-bodied like me, yet crowned with heads
Of angry women; with them I would fly,
All of us shrieking terrors
As the Sun flees into the West...