On Zombies, a Poem

Good night,
Sleep tight,
But run before the Zombies bite.
Dark light,
No sleep tonight,
Sharpening knives for a fight.
Slight bite,
Bad fright,
Will I make it through the night?
Safety in height,
Finally sleeping tonight,
Tomorrow more Zombies I will smite.

Poem by Tiff the Traveler
Art by Sam Spratt

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