Skeleton

Going through my closet
In search of a lost scarf,
I found an old skeleton
Snuggling in a fluffy jumper.

Get out,
I told old lazybones.
Come and dance.
You'll have the rest of eternity
To sleep.

I wrote this poem,
Then I got frightened:
A poem about the skeleton!
What will Mum say?

Quick, I hid the poem
In the back of the closet
With the skeleton.



ABOUT THE POET ~
Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

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