Here is the next part of...Misfits! Enjoy, miscreants.
the misfits: the buzzard
the buzzard saw
the luster of the city mouse
going
around old wrinkles of
discarded hamburger
wrapping.
it scooped
and soared
but flew past
the industrial spire
and
inhaled the flume of smoke.
then it spiraled down.
then
it landed on the taxi cab.
then it
moaned and slid and found its way under the bus.
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