by Maria Mize
... a suddenly frequent event, dies a quick death.
|Something spooked me on arrival,
a quiet, foreboding enemy of survival.
I turn on the porch light ---
BANG --- a shot pierces the night.
There's a ruckus in the alley?
Chalk it up... one more to the tally.
A bullying thief is chased out of sight
by a swift, fearless neighbor --- new-found knight.
Somebody, call 9-1-1!
I re-check the security of my door,
at this moment a scary, mind-boggling chore --
A sense of duty compels me to call,
and reign of madness is quick to fall.
Terror comes to a staggering halt ---
finality found through courageous catapult.
-- -- -- -- -- --
Now looking outside, new lighting installed,
hard lesson learned by relentless default.