Goodnight Again

Raspberries she said and turned her head the bullet missed a mile That's what i like for breakfast she added with a smile. The turret turned another inch and locked on target tight she draped her scarf around her throat and bade a sweet goodnight Tall and straight she turned t o go across the pallisade The whistle of the ammo said what it always said. I saw the sparking metal as bullets hit the stone.... where she would be if I could see the ghost who walks me home.