i saw death
meandering down
the sidewalk-less
asphalt street
full get up
dark robes
big scythe
aura of gloom
hanging visibly around him
like a cloud
of cheap cigar smoke
his bones clacked
i was in my car
don’t ask me how i know his bones clacked
my windows were rolled up
my stereo was blasting
but they clacked
or clicked
and i thought
who the hell is he here for?
too late
i saw a shadow dart
toward my car
heard the sickening
thump like
driving over a tennis ball
and shuddered
he’s one busy
son-of-a-bitch
if he’s picking up squirrels
Words and Feathers 
Excellent. I’m re-blogging
Thanks! Iām glad you enjoyed it.
Send him my way for the raccoons…(K)
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Fantastic. Esp that you hear the clacking with your windows rolled up and the music blasting.
Haha! Superb.
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