05-13-2019, 11:49 PM
Townhouse Conductor
edit3;
As if conducting silent symphony,
the master-vulture shifts, presiding from
a coppered gable's gleam, while deep below
well-off dog-walkers, never glancing up
or down, ignore their eunuchs' fewmets.
One block east another seasoned buzzard
stands to reprise her second-buzzard part,
dusky evening dress contrasting with
emerald illegal-tended lawns.
Still master-vulture perches, anthracite;
directs, anticipating townhouse coda
on a page much closer than
dog-walkers thoughtlessly believe.
Thanks again to @billy, less -ing now ("evening" doesn't count, does it?) and a little more musicality (or symphonicity).
edit3;
As if conducting silent symphony,
the master-vulture shifts, presiding from
a coppered gable's gleam, while deep below
well-off dog-walkers, never glancing up
or down, ignore their eunuchs' fewmets.
One block east another seasoned buzzard
stands to reprise her second-buzzard part,
dusky evening dress contrasting with
emerald illegal-tended lawns.
Still master-vulture perches, anthracite;
directs, anticipating townhouse coda
on a page much closer than
dog-walkers thoughtlessly believe.
Thanks again to @billy, less -ing now ("evening" doesn't count, does it?) and a little more musicality (or symphonicity).
Non-practicing atheist

