Last Legs

Will death come lick my face today
or scratch my shin in Zeta’s way?
Or lay two legs across my lap,
or signal with an elbow tap?

Will death be hungry, underfed
or want to climb into my bed?
Will I just growl “Leave me alone”
or show my love and throw a bone.

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