The Man With the Red Silk Hood

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