The smell of the day stung my nostrils As the cold air swept over my bare face. I looked to the north and saw an Eagle carrying a Squirrel in its talons. For some reason I thought of death at this exact moment. All things must come to an end That Squirrel was probably just chilling eating some nuts a minute ago And then WAM the talons of death grabs its flimsy body. I thought of my own death I thought of myself as that squirrel just waiting for death to swoop me up. I don’t fear death But I do fear the waiting for my death. I fear that I'll be taken while I'm trying to fix something in my life and never get the chance to accomplish it. I have a fear of leaving unfinished things behind. People always ask why I take my time so much Why I'm never in a hurry. I simply tell them I don’t want to Leave this world With something left unsaid or undone. If I'm going to leave I'm going to know that I at least finished my nuts (going back to the squirrel) Their always in such a hurry and always leave unfinished nuts behind If you watch them They just run around Dropping nuts On their little journeys. While the Eagle glides above them patiently waiting for their moment to strike. I see death above me gliding waiting for its moment Waiting for the perfect time to take my soul And carry it off into the sunset.