My Eco Death

I was lying naked.... in a woodland glade

(The hedgehog ball heard its last foxtrot)

Covered by branches.... of modest shade

(The nightingale blew out her candle)

On a bed of.... the softest moss

(The owl closed a squeaking dormouse)

Beneath a leafy blanket.... sharing my loss

(The queen bee was stung, by the sweet kiss of death)

Time to reflect.... after time to dwell

Surrounded by nature's.... dingly dell

 

My monitor's alarm.... the air did shell

And nurses rushed in.... to cancel the bell

An angelic smile.... a machine's last pips

A sigh of contentment.... escaping my lips

 

Peace.... Oh blessed peace

Peace.... at last

Michael Ashby, Sidmouth

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