February 29th Leap Year

In the small bedroom,

the sign of a cross in red,

painted over an elderly woman

rigored in her bed,

it wasn’t a crime scene,

and there was no drama,

she was just dead,

with no apparent trauma,

no one to fear,

February 29^th leap year,

death seemed so appealing,

on the other side of town,

another woman was hanging

from her ceiling,

eyes closed, mouth wide,

it was an apparent suicide,

still in that same building,

gone was another life,

husband sits in the shadow,

of his dead wife,

staring at her bunny slippers,

so still in his seat,

realizing that her slippers

were on the wrong feet,

a body of a drunk,

stunk,

soon to be found,

then the busy noise will go silent,

not a sound

an inconvenient corpse

along the winding shoulders,

of the busiest exit in town,

death had a field day,

as fear littered the ground,

February 29^th started off with no warning,

just a clear sunlight of a winter morning,