A Nun At Midnight

A nun and her station wagon go far In one direction on the road of life With no brakes and a loaded gun On their way to heaven of course Camped out in the cemetery at midnight Protected in her habit and giant cross Made of metal and wood of course Like a coat of armor to stop bullets From people like you and you and them A nun knows what is best in cemeteries At midnight with a full moon on display Tomb stones laid bare with names and dates Secrets beneath crucifixes blessed Nuns know what is best for death Pray for the sinners and all that rest With or without bullets in their chest Authors note: I invite you to read my short story posted here on this site titled “Incident At The Bay Wharf.” It is lots of fun with guns and bums and nuns.