There are none bolder than the buzzard

As the rust fist of dawn glares

The sedan, the pick-up, dodge the rotting deer

And those birds unfazed

(chainmail headpieces, night cloaks)

Hunker

Blaring horn

Imminent threat

Pending obliteration

Maybe at the last moment

They will lift a lacquered wing

Buzzards playing chicken

And now it’s my approach

My interrogation

And who swerves first

I do

(Chicken)

Always I do