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.
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