Treba Sue McCutcheon
A Ride With Death
At twelve o'clock in the mist of the chilling night,
While gently the wind blows the leaves off the trees and out of sight;
Silence falls across the darkness of the land,
And every living creature hides behind the trees and in the sand.
All the world comes completely to a stop.
Life itself seemed just to flop. Off in the distance comes hoofs of clatter,
As the whole world itself seemed to shatter.
Clip, clop, clip, clop . . . it comes nearer and nearer,
And the dark world brings