Night Watchman
It's a couple of hours into the early morning.
A television station gives its viewers a warning:
The channel is signing off the air
to the tune of a rocket's red glare,
and bombs bursting in air.
It's time to turn off the TV, and grab my flashlight.
I must walk the area to see all is right.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2021
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