The Gathering #7 Vulture the hum of engines resonating

the hum of engines resonating through the air

For in its absence

it appeared to be entranced by the gentle ripples that danced in rhythmic harmony

The sky may never be mine

With a swift and precise strike

The Gathering #7 Vulture the hum of engines resonating"As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the coastal marshes, a gathering of Egrets unfolded. It was a post high tide ritual passed down through generations. The high tide had brought an abundance of small fish and crustaceans, and now, as the water receded, the Egrets convened to feed. But a sense of urgency filled the air. They sensed something amiss distant thunder, gathering storm clouds on the horizon. A winter storm