.... as he looked up at the blazing sky, he could see them circling. Slowly arcing, floating effortlessly ... waiting. Vultures, he thought, nature's janitors. Their contribution to this planet is measured in what they take, not what they give. If only he could remember the last line of that incantation ... what was it ... then it came, slow at first, but he had it ... "Move zig ... for great justice"