Death

Death paid his visit this week

But no human did he seek

Neither pet of any kind

Nor breathing life did he find.

But still tears shed from my eye

For what he took made me cry.

Warning, he declared with ire

Your batt’ry life will expire

Back up now for life is spent.

Just remains forty per cent.

All too sudden it is five;

Please, I beg you stay alive.

I’ve important docs to keep

No time I feared; death must reap.

Speed up disc drive, just one more

Percentage now only four,

Screen blanks as power is gone

Death laughs again, he has won!