High into the horizon
on a dreary, somber day
stands a bulky, rigid cliff.

Dandelions, wild flowers, rocks
-the only thing he sees
on the path up to say farewell.

Below his feet
is the rocky, sandy pebbles
crumbling every step.

Waiting for a phone call
that he may not receive
for someone to abort his mission.

Leaping into the air
like a frog hopping from
lilypad to lilypad.

And there he lays
all nuzzled with dirt
from top to bottom.

Ambulance racing his way
only to find out
there’s nothing they can do
–but cover him with sheets.