An Undertaking
In the middle of the night
When everything is still
I awoke to hear a tapping noise
On the window sill
Tap, Tap, Tap
And tapping once again
I cowered under my eiderdown,
Hoping it was the sound of rain.
My imagination
Was running riot
Who expects visitors
In the middle of the night?
Can it be the Grim Reaper?
Checking up on me
Who could hear my heavy breathing?
And visited me to see
If it was time for the collection
Of another soul
Perhaps his nightly selection
Needed to reach a goal.
I was cold
Shivering and shaking
I wanted to be bold
But that was too big an undertaking,
Help me, please,
Where did that word come from,
Please don't tease
I'm not feeling fit and strong
I'm getting weaker
And this night goes on and on.
Praying that Grim Reaper
He has got tired of waiting and gone.
My heart has stopped pounding,
My breathing is steady
I feel warmer
And my eyes feel heavy.
Where am I?
I'm lying cosily in bed,
Oh, thank goodness
I must have dreamt that I was dead.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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