Somewhere in my house Death lurks.
I heard it scuffling last night in the
kitchen over a seemingly trivial
and insignificant trophy.
It left its triumph hidden to
be revealed at a later stench filled date.
It possesses no gender of its own but
with regularity assumes one;
last night its feminine wiles lured
a victim.
Death is really no bother,
a presence just glimpsed from the
edge of sight, disappearing around a corner,
Waiting for a small, furry bite or
a scurrying hider to play
the game with – the chase game.
Goodnight Sam.
Just Sayin' 