Inevitable Death

Inevitable Death
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

The raven sitting on my bookshelf,                           

Staring out the window,                                                    

As time goes by.

It knows its death is coming,                                            

Like vultures eating away its soul.                                      

It knows yet it doesn’t fear.

So it gets to the time, when it feels it’s near.                   

Yet the bird does not fear,                                                    

It simply flies out of the window                                       

Escaping its fate 

In life we have a path,                                               

Some stick to, some deviate,                                                    

Others wait                                                                     

 And when death approaches with its sweet stench,                      

They fly away like the raven.     

Few are lucky,                                                                          

Few escape their fate, but soon it finds them,               

The Inevitable death.

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013