6A/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.)
VulturesTake 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.