And later in the night, death came for him:
Flying over the garden, over the compound...

When you walk at night
with a gray cat in the park...

The scents and sensibility of death were...
as the suicide's wife entered the room they had...

"Went out the door without looking back,
you'd think a demon was on her tail...

I was full of myself, full of my sorrow,
And carefully chose the sharpest razor...

Darkness failed me.
I made myself blind...

He lies most peaceful
who leaves this earth in knowledge...

So it comes to this:
do we each truly have an immortal soul...

The food store bird baths
were filled by the flood's deluge...

Life without drama even if stressful
where tension arises in the mundane...

There’s more humor in
perplexing situations...

Six decades, three score full years,
Wandering around like I know...