The Visitor

Leaves fell to the ground that day…

When Death knocked on my door

It was three light taps but it resonated throughout the small cabin

Death was very polite—but did enter without permission

Not knowing what to do, I offered Death a cup of coffee

Death accepted the drink with curiosity

Smiling and gaining courage I offered Death a cookie

Death again accepted the cookie and ate it with zest

Then Death looked into my soul with a tilt of its head

Having nothing else to offer—I offered a place to stay

Leaves fell to the ground that day…

             When Death left my doorstep—without me.

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