Fatal Family

Four horsemen galloping on the stairs.

War, Pestilence, Famine and Death...

Which one will make the first move?

School is not long enough, I say to myself

as the birds softly tweet their lovely song.

Love birds nesting usually sing together.

Doors slam; windows shake.

War begins the pointless struggle,

obviously since he can't sit still.

::Thump. Rattle. Thump. Rattle. Thump::

Cries in the distance.

Looks like Famine joins in,

quietly hiding from the others.

Famine is never quick to take action.

Cries at the door.

Unlike his brother,

Pestilence loves creating a show for everyone.

A pandemic is only one side effect of his brilliance.

Cries continue, now inside as well.

Family drags things out with trauma.

Family makes everything too dramatic.

Family creates conflict and growth.

Death is a bit distant from the rest.

Death is content playing alone.

It’s less work for him.

Night falls to a peaceful sound.

Love birds nesting usually sing together.

Cries are gone.