***Death***

Short and sweet but a poem of the life to come…
It sneaks up behind you
Like a wolf on a sheep
It’ll surprise you
When you’re all alone
It can strike at any time
Young or old
Call fall into the clutches
You’ll never know
Until you’re standing there
Looking down
At your own tombstone
Your hole is dug
And you’re going down
To the shadowy depths

By Jennifer Walker
Published: 7/11/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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