Just Looking For Peace
Hating all noise and inane tv violence,
a young man sits home cringing and weeps.
Talk of a serial killer pervades the news:
how one finger of his victims he keeps.
Looking for peace, the young man goes to fish.
So glad that he finally has gotten away,
he sets up his tent to camp in the woods,
till a stranger then comes and ruins his day.
The old burly guy has a barking dog,
and he’s endlessly pounding in stakes.
The young guy tells him: Please quiet your dog.
How much more of your noise must I take?
The bothersome man refuses to budge,
so the younger man finds a new site
but finds the old man won’t leave him alone
and has camped right nearby him that night.
By dawn, the man's dog lies dead on the ground.
How the sobs of that older man linger. . .
Last straw for the young man! As he drives away,
on his seat lies a new bloody finger.
Written 5/29/13
for Roy Jerden's Enter the Poems to keep you awake at night Poetry Contest
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