Death and the Chicken

Death comes to all who wait
But for my Aunt it came too late
She’d waited an eternity
Then left at two, Death came at three.

Aunt was on the bus by then -
She’d packed an egg, she’d packed a hen –
When all at once a passing monk
Did kill her hen with his pet skunk.

“Oh Monk, why must you misfortune
A life already spread with doom?”
The monk replied from within his cowl,
“I’ll take your egg, I took your fowl,
I’ll exhaust your final breath.
Apologies for lateness but I am Death.”

The bus went dark, the engine stopped,
The egg remained, the fowl still flopped.
The driver called, “the end of the line”
And that’s how my aunt lived beyond her time.