Midnight Murderer

Lots of howls and squeaks,

At midnight you shall hear the scream of a man who lost his friend.

Blood around the path,

On the other side lays a black body,

I could hear his last breaths,

As he tried to call for help, dying in pain,

His piercing howls were heard even through our "too strong" glass,

At first we thought,

That maybe he was stuck between our fence,

But the truth was worse,

The murderer was bigger, stronger,

His fur was reddish white,

Now, probably stained with blood,

He died within minutes,

Maybe the dog thought it was too cruel, even for him, to make it last hours,

It started out as a fight, I think,

I didn't hear the whole thing, I didn't see anything either,

Just a bit,

They bit, tugged, pulled, snapped, barked,

They did as much harm as they could,

I don't know…

Maybe the winner didn't see that his enemy was dying,

It was dark you see,

No light,

He escaped only after he realized what he did,

Or maybe he heard the whistles of a man,

On the other side of the bridge,

Sorry, can't tell you,

I didn't see.

I am quiet ashamed of myself,

To tell you the truth,

I thought I would be scared,

But instead…

Just a little bit sad, and fascinated,

I wanted to see the little black creature that died right behind my garden wall,

What am I to say, I was curious,

Yes…I am ashamed.