Old Bat Eulogy
The minister paused, wondering what he could say.
She had been a mean old woman, an angry parishioner.
She was opinionated, he said.
Bossy! Someone yelled.
And she had determination, he said.
She was a stubborn old broad! A different voice.
He looked around, wondering if he was speaking to relatives
or just neighbors who wanted to celebrate the old bat’s death.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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