In the light of dawn his profile
adorns the south route sign
waiting for day to reveal
the carnage of speed.
Then he feasts,
crisscrossing the highway
sampling the hapless menu.
Does he ever rise into the sky
to dip in the currents heavens?
Or has this young hawk bartered
his soul for this putrid feast?
Sold his soaring and searching,
abandoning lofty rights
for the easy dead and the dying?
Like those human birds of prey
flush with the takings of greed,
those shadows that lurk in byways
to prey on suffering souls.
Heather’s choice for the Ragtag Daily Prompt today: FLUSH
Fandango’s One-word Challenge: PUTRID