We Call Him Dend
Who is that bending the limb? Asked my little friend.
I think it’s the grim reaper I said. We call him Dend.
Is that a nickname or what? She asked me sweet.
It’s what he prefers, says it sounds kind of neat.
Can I speak to Dend? She asks me, wanting to know.
Don’t get too close unless you are ready to go….
Go where? She asks. So innocent, this darling girl.
I urge her to go the other direction by giving her a gentle twirl.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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