The con climbed over the wall
He scaled the razors and barbs
And miraculously those little sabours
Left his flesh unharmed
The he ran with the spirit of a rabbit
Darting the spot lighted eye
The search the perimeter horizon
He was determined that he would not die
Next after swimming the short moat
He found himself in the cemetry
At least when they measured his pulse
They'd note no unusual telemetry
So not to be down beat, he let his heart and feet
Rest a while
And the hint of a smile
Began to creep across his face
This graveyard was a god send, the peace and quiet
Ensured he'd be undisturbed for at least another few hours
Except then he remember, tomorrow was the Day of the dead
There would be women bearing flowers
And men bowing their heads
At least for now he could rest in peace
Or at least that's what the tombstones said
He was overcome by tiredness and drifted into sleep
The veil of the other world opened up
And in his dreams he could peep
He saw the ghosts of his loved ones
Uncles aunts and cousins
And then he noticed something stirring in the bushes
But he was paralysed by sleep's soft bosoms
Suddenly a twig snapped
And he was jolted awake
Wide-eyed and blinking
He surveyed his surroundings
and it was all he could do to stop thinking:
Someone is watching me!
..Or something...
Nothing moved, and the night was still
But then a scurry a movement quick as a flash behind a grave stone
And then again it popped out two furry ears
And his nerves were allayed
Just a rabbit he softly spoke
And all tension left him as he got the joke
The lucky rabbit's foot, he remembered in his pocket
And rubbed it for good luck
Somebody up there must still love me
But as he looked up searching the night sky
Through the branches of the lime tree
He seemed to see two green jewels starring back at him
Unlike any stars he'd witnessed before
Then the realization dawned
Oh God a figure in the branches above
But it was too late
It, whatever 'it' was
Had swooped down upon him
And its superhuman strength had wrestled Joseph to the ground
It seemed a swirl
It was over in a flash
The creature had sunk its long fangs
Into his neck and was drinking his blood
Joseph began to feel weak
As his strength was leaving him
But it was beyond him to speak
