The One That Flew (Flu) Away.

Last night, Mr.death knocked at my door It must have been wee hours of the morning, about three or four I presume, like any other unwanted, uncalled for visitor Mr.Death would ring the doorbell, but not this predator I expected He would be civil and decent He dispelled all these doubts, in my encounter recent He made His presence felt Had me on my knees, bent Was i in the final prayers to the Lord? Or pleading to this unforgiving, marauding sod? Trust me, i saw blood and gore It was for real, not a folklore He had me tremble to my core The pricks and needles had me sore and more The calls went back and forth Made to and from colleagues, south and north The lab results started trickling in A negative test, making such a positive din The life on a knife's edge, hanging by a thread Blood around, not the only reason i saw red The wait for what never arrived made every moment Create hurt and pain, leave a scar and a dent? The nightmare lasted the whole night Uncertain tryst with fate,a promising life about to blight Then the birds chirped and demanded their pound of flesh The nascent breeze crisp, cool and fresh The sun making His presence afresh The head suddenly at peace, what was a mess And the heart free from the negative mesh So, folks the night before,dead or alive, i had no clue But the fear has stuck like a glue The arm now black and blue Small mercy, it did not turn out to be the damn flu.