Keen eyed robin glides to the ground
Wings outstretched eyes penetrating
Lands gracefully with beak ready
No eyed worm feels predator vibration
Too late he realizes death is at hand
Robin plucks him out of the ground
Worm too slow to make an escape
Worm sees his whole life before him
Rubin hungrily devours worm
Worm see white tunnel of light
And burrows his way through it
To his dark underground heaven
His true home of infinite bliss
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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