Dark vulture at your window.
wings of freedom, feathers black.
Perched ever so still, so still you may not even notice this vulture.
As it flees off into the ocean blue sky, wings powering it up, up and away.
This vulture is free, long at last it has broken away from all tangles and horrors of this fantasy hour. It is away from you and I, never to step foot back onto this earth's solid ground. AS the vulture fades into the horizon, it is no more than a speck of dust escaping out of our very own hands.