Jack
Lamp posts lit stand straight and tall-
Silent sentinels of the street.
Yet bobbies patrol just the same
Walking the midnight beat.
There she stands beneath a light-
He wants some friendship for awhile.
She looks him over once again,
He disarms her with his smile.
Bobby walking down the street
Hasn’t heard a single sound,
But back behind a picket fence
Her blood seeps into the ground.
Copyright © Bruce Schuhart | Year Posted 2012
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