Butcher
Scans from side to side,
Bag of tricks in his damp hand,
Breathing heavy now,
Hears voices and creeps away,
Unobserved in the dense fog.
Spots a lone woman,
Approaches, raises his hat,
She smiles, takes his arm,
He knows she doesn’t suspect
That he is Jack the Ripper…
Jack Horne for Linda-Marie's Bag of Tricks contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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