The Man with
the Red Silk Hood
A bump in
the night, a blade in the dark
My dog’s
chain rattled, yet he did not bark
“Show
yourself!” I cried aloud
To no
intended crowd
I grabbed my
.32 and crept
Away from my
wife, who still slept
Strange that
her eyes were glazed over
I must not
have been entirely sober
For on that
bed my wife did lay
Three
slashes in her pink PJ’s
I went into
the living room
While
thunder outside boomed
And to my
dread, there he stood
The Man with the Red Silk Hood--Daniel