Excellent a poem Poems : Counting by Bill Schott

There was a man who always said, "The best in life is mostly dead." I wonder what he meant by that? Why did he turn into a bat? I know it seems so rudely said, "The beast in life is grossly dead." No secret to what's meant by this, when that man is a walking fish. The world, seems it has gone to bed; our lease on life is ghostly -- shed. As we shall lay us down to sleep, counting werewolves chasing sheep.   Recognized Author Notes Image from Google. Tumbler.

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