A fork in the wall
Can kill you
From the shock of it all

A lion
Can maul you
With the crack of its jaw

A rope
Can hang you
With the tightness of its grasp

What are the chances, that these would hap?

An ocean
Can swallow you
With its mouth of waves

A feast thrown in your honor
Can stuff you to death
With its filling ferocity

A necklace
Can choke you
With its daring chains

What are the chances, that these would hap?

Death

Follows

Lurks

Nearby

It grovels

Next time you’re under a tree
Be careful an apple
Doesn’t fall on your head, collapsing you to your sorry feet
© Katie Martin