Parents On Parapets On Their Cells

innocence in stock? playtime a torrent. precious salve needed. swings low and highs. slide like the wind; climb spider-red web — now he’s asail on the deep sea. mud puddles* all around. running, jumping, playing, chasing. especially loved my grand chasing the sweet little girl. adorable….quite adorable and my grown-like-a-weed grandson playing so sweetly...quite sweetly with the throng. but the pudgy kid carried a twisted wire and his parents let him carry guns — no permit, not concealed, toy guns in fact, as he rings my young grandsons neck with the crook of his elbow and him and another kid hold guns to his head. this is playtime? WHAT...THE… the youngest boy wearing a tube hat, starts acting out cujo, going after the “big kid,” who also got kicked in the knee and the butt. it was time to leave this public park. my youngest grand had escaped the treachery with an elbow to the perpetrator’s gut and i left this sordid scene as if it was a bar room brawl, “Let’s go.” so let’s judge — where were these parents? likely seated on the outskirtting benches. of course they would have come down on me, like a waterfall, if i had had to pry my precious grand from one of the soulless kid’s hands. 2/20/2021 *using as a verb here **YES! A TRUE STORY!