I was lying down outside one day
Soaking up the sunny rays
When I became prey to a Cathartine
Bird that pecked upon my head
As if I were a piece of bread
Luckily I woke up just in time!
To say to my new feathered fiend,
As my temper burned an steamed,
"Why on earth would you chew on my head?"
To which the vulture said to me
With a meek apology
"Sorry, but I was sure you were dead!"
By Kerin Gedge
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