Fear Of Death

When two owls came, sat on a branch beside, One with a snake caught in bent up bowed beak, His companion a mouse, from close by creek, Both, pity be, waiting to, not yet died, The snake still, seeing the mouse forgot death, Such has in food every life’s fervent faith. Seeing the snake, poor mouse, too fraught with fear, Nigh well forgot that caught was it by death, And both the owls mighty mystified were, Lo, fear of death more dreadful was than death! So, life is not of death so much afraid, As is of fear to die— fear’s greater dread. Yet, more one curses death, more kisses life, The more he lusts to live, be it fears rife. ____________________________________________________ - Sonnets | 04.02.14 |