Can I Pass On The Great Circle Of Life This Time Poem by Patti Masterman

I much prefer daylight now days
The night stalkers and chirping crickets
Give me indigestion, not to mention mosquitoes
I don't want to become anybody's five course meal
All my natural hauntings, spring to life and imagination
Ashes in black boxes are reassembled into full sized skeletons
The shadows and dark corners perplex and unnerve me
A pile of blankets on the sofa
Metamorphoses into some strange deformed creature
Almost breathing, waiting to seize me when my attention lapses
The primordial people understood all this
They knew that in the hours of darkness lived all their worst nightmares
The silent lion, watching intently for the fire to wane
The rearing cobra, knowing the one asleep will be his next hapless victim
The nature of life is to imbibe the helpless infant, the old, and the careless
Spit out the inedible pieces afterwards; and the other creatures
Recycle every last crumb so there is no waste
Don't want to become a piece of faded cloth
And a hank of hair caught on a bush.