A/N: Hey, this is something new for me! It's a metaphor! Yay! Anyways, this was sort of written for English class. We had to write something along the lines of "walk a mile in my shoes." Walking in my shoes, looking through my eyes, same thing… (Written December 20, 2000.)

Vultures

Take a look through my eyes,

See the vultures plotting my demise.

They circle around, overhead,

Wishing that I were dead.

They're ugly birds, feathers all a mess,

They see and know, but will never confess.

They circle around, overhead,

Wishing that I were dead.

The vultures soar and squawk,

Taking every chance to gawk.

They circle around, overhead,

Wishing that I were dead.

The vultures think they'll always win,

But maybe I'll be lucky, though the chance is thin.

They circle around, overhead,

Wishing that I were dead.