A loud THUD, then silence.
His body falls to the ground.
I run to check on him.
His eyes are still open and expressive.
I can hear the drum of his heart.
Good! There is still life on him.
This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Prompt #21, which this week prompts for the words:
| SILENCE | EYES| HEART | DRUM | LIFE |
Creative Busyness 
Great take on the prompt.😃
Lucky he still ticks 😊 Well written.
I like your original thought taking the prompt down this track. Your poster was a great idea in presenting the words. I like it. Fun poem from my POV. – jk