So loud it could wake the dead

It's one o'clock.

I jump to my feet

And reach out into the dark

Fumbling for the ringing phone.

A man speaks to me

At this odd hour

His voice like an ugly growl.

My rage explodes at him.

Who does he think he is,

Disturbing those of us who sleep?

"Pardon me ma'am,

Your father is dead.

He has died this very eve."

My heart sinks down.

I drop the phone,

And fall hard onto my knees.

I reach in a drawer

And pull out a gun.

Why couldn't he have woken the dead?

-Danica