Death

Elsa Mathews
    Its shadow looms large
    in wide open eyes
    like the wings of a bat
    that steals a sudden flight


    like a lizard
    that watches the fly
    trapped in the spider's design


    Like cold wind that cracks
    open the window
    on a lonely night


    Death, it stares
    like a sickle ready
    to strike the grass
    only so that
    it may spring anew, alive

    
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