Death Comes In Threes

Shivers went up my back At the sound of the long drawn out WHOOOOOOOO Death? Despair? Or Wisdom? Does it depend on the kind? I search for it in the barn, Hoping I do not find it. For it resembles a white faced calf if it lives there. Do not hear it for two or three days. Begin to feel confident, things are okay here. Two friends die. One of pneumonia, the other of a heart attack. Dying comes in threes. I sit listening, hoping not to hear, and yet fully expecting to hear the long drawn out WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Wise? Certainly not. Reality? Yes.