All Write, Already!

     I remember  seeing a group of large black birds circling over a spot not to far from the highway we were traveling on somewhere in the State of Missouri. 
     I was in grade school at the time and we were on our summer vacation.
     "Why are those birds flying like that?", I asked.
     "Those are buzzards and they are circling the dead.", was my step-father's response.  "They are waiting for something on the ground to die so they can eat the it."
     I watched the creatures until they were out of my field of vision.
    
    I remembered the moment as I watched a group of large black birds circle over the Crossroads Mall.