Fear's Face of Death

She picked him from the line up Nothing special, but had that look He turned and winked at the window She hoped that he was the crook Bail had gotten him his freedom She read in the papers that day Then a loud knock on her door Scared her in an unnerving way She walked quietly to the door Listened at the other side Thought to turn around and run And find a place to hide She ran out from the backdoor Then fell, thud, upon the ground It was then she had turned to look Because of an unknown sound She looked into the face of death Or rather she thought she had But, in fact it was not really It was not all that bad A little girl was standing And offered her a hand Then asked of her smiling, “Buy some cookies, ma’am?”