What About Tomorrow

I peered at him with watchful eye. A grimace distorted his youthfuness; Though the air was warm, I felt a chill as he stepped, cautiously, Into the street. Eyes keenly set, he raised his rife and Squinted against the sun, Reeling his weapon with the motion of Instant replay... He surveyed his prey of motorists and Pedestrians, scurrying unaware. I instinctively accelerated, now watched Him in the rear view mirror as he smiled With much intensity at everyone... I had escaped! I shuddered knowing there would be No headlines today for he was just A child with his toy, playing... But what about tomorrow? Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing