ALL IS QUIETThe night comes slowly.
Warily.
On soft footsteps.
Careful not to awaken the dead.
The Dead need their beauty sleep.
No reason to have them bothered.
The stars come out,
one by one.
The moon follows soon after.
All is quiet.
All is dark.
Until the owl rears its regal head.
Looks around.
And hoots in glee.
Too late.
The Dead are awake.
And ready to party.
Stay clear of Oasis, Florida.
For their parties can be deadly.
THE DEAD GAME
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