Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Old Wives' Tale

Late at night I awake to all

The screeching of an owl outside.

An old wives' tale I do recall

That such is death omen supplied,

Warning that one in the household

Will soon be dead before next dawn.

Exactly who be not foretold

By the owl as it then flies on.

In the house, only two of us,

My wife and I. But where is she?

Not in the room, I start to cuss,

Wondering where my wife might be.

Then from the darkness comes my wife,

Stabs my chest with a butcher knife.