Froot Loops

Day 13 of (Friday the 13th mwahahaha) and Magaly is prompting us for the 30 Days of poetry at Real Toads. She has given us this quote and we are to use brtween 3 – 13 words from the quote to fashion our poem. I used four. This is also for the 55 at Hedge. The quote is longer than my poem.
The quote:
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.” ~ Diane Setterfield

Froot Loops
6:30 a.m. sharp
She began the annihilation
of her morning bowl of Froot Loops.
She crunched them as she would
old dry bones
and slurped the milk like she would
would the liquids from corpses.
Reading the morning paper
She laughed in high glee
and ripe humor.
The tyrant was in the midst
of a Stormy.

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