Yeah.

My poem is Cattleman's Warning.

In winter, when the sun is high, its feathered shadow circles sky to survey open fields and snow where newborn calves begin to low.

You need not worry about its head, its brow of grooved engraven lead.

Its head is smooth and cool to touch, and is not known for scraping much.

The vulture feet do tend to scratch.

Their sharpened semblance does not match reality.

Sure.