death has a fit

death rode by on a scooter today I gave her a bit of a cheery wave she frowned at me, and I know why she wants to be scary, will give me another try by noon she had donned a distinctive disguise dressed as dracula’s daughter, it made me laugh a bit she jumped up and down, having a terrific fit you are supposed to be cringing and fearful, you little chit! I apologized, but she turned her back on me. Stomped out through my garden, turned into not one, but three. A mother deer, a raccoon and a spotted fawn. I knew she would be back, but probably not before dawn.