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An Undertaking

In the middle of the night When everything is still I awoke to hear a tapping noise On the window sill Tap, Tap, Tap And tapping once again I cowered under my eiderdown, Hoping it was the sound of rain. My imagination Was running riot Who expects visitors In the middle of the night? Can it be the Grim Reaper? Checking up on me Who could hear my heavy breathing? And visited me to see If it was time for the collection Of another soul Perhaps his nightly selection Needed to reach a goal. I was cold Shivering and shaking I wanted to be bold But that was too big an undertaking, Help me, please, Where did that word come from, Please don't tease I'm not feeling fit and strong I'm getting weaker And this night goes on and on. Praying that Grim Reaper He has got tired of waiting and gone. My heart has stopped pounding, My breathing is steady I feel warmer And my eyes feel heavy. Where am I? I'm lying cosily in bed, Oh, thank goodness I must have dreamt that I was dead.

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Date: 4/25/2023 11:12:00 AM
REAL poetry, Old Duck:) Such a fun read:)
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Date: 4/24/2023 1:14:00 AM
That was not a dream but a nightmare. Wonderful you woke with zest.
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Date: 4/23/2023 8:32:00 PM
You’ve frightened us all…glad it was a dream!
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Shirley Hawkins
Date: 4/23/2023 8:58:00 PM
I got a bit carried away with this one, Kim.

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