TWO THINGS

[Guest nraforlife]

TWO THINGS

by Brigid Durham

from Home on the Range

Two things move under night sky

the thing that came to kill, and I

He, released from prison to roam

and I, peaceably headed to home

He carries a knife and drug addled sense

seeing just prey, without defense

I detect movement, intuitive fear

and put my hand to pistol near

Worried, alone in that gloomy blight

above the fear, I prepare to fight

He hears the click of a chambered round

fleeing quickly to hunt safer ground

No predator dares go hunting for me

for I am armed, that makes me free

I holster my pistol and slowly stand down

heading towards home in a dark, sleeping town

For there are two things that will not die

my right to carry, and this night, I

© Brigid - Home on the Range 2009

[deerslayer]

[Paletiger13]

Good poem

[Guest Bronker]

yup.