Lying in wait for death -
I sprang out, a little precipitately,
And rather too soon. Embarrassed,
I tried to look
Death, un-phased, (For he's seen everything: Let's face it.)
Tipped his hat,
And ventured a cheery, "Good Morning"
Which, frankly, I found a little off-putting:
" Am I too early?" I enquire,
Unconsciously imitating a granny,
At the bus-stop, with her Bus Pass.
"And, If so, do you mind if I come back
Death put aside his scythe
Plumped down on a handily placed Wrought Iron Bench,
"I'd very much appreciate it," he said,
(His voice! Quiet, melodious - I know! So unexpected!)
"If you would walk out with me today-
I have an occasional longing for a human face
That isn't quite so ... .
(In deference to the dearly departing,
He left the sentence hanging in the air.)
Up for anything, me,
I look him in the sockets
" MacDonalds?" He grins, holding out a sleeve.
Tucking it under my arm,
I step out:
Our first date!