She laid on the varnished wooden floor observing
nothing seemed different.
The children played and jumped on her back
as normal sighed getting up.
Walking away keeping a quiet presence
the love for her immense.

Part of the family they had called her Jess
not one of the illegal breeds.
A golden labrador with a gentle nature
but on that day it changed!
An urgent call to the police was received
the scene they hadn't perceived!

Jess sat calmly on the wooden front porch
covered in blood wagging her tail.
Inside the house two badly mutilated bodies
as if attacked by a savage beast!
They heard children whimpering nearby
an awful sobbing cry.

Two children were found in a walk in wardrobe
both in a state of shock.
Jess offered no resistance when she was handled
licking and barking loudly.
The Police were very wary putting her in a cage
there was no sign of rage.

The dwelling was sealed the children taken to safety
after tests it was proved.
Jess had killed her owners the only witnesses told
of their friend going crazy!
The once beloved pet was quickly put to sleep
sadness in the county was deep!

It was never disclosed that in the dogs blood sample
an unknown virus was found.
But it just disappeared before its origin was traced
so the mystery remained.
The case was closed a tragic accident and filed away
until the following Sunday!

Now the authorities began to fear the worst!

The Foureyed Poet.

He sipped that ice cold drink so refreshing
outside of a quaint cafe.
Watching the people particularly the girls
tapping the table he was tense.
This his first mission as a covert operative
trying to be positive.

Just told to expect a package to be delivered
nothing more disclosed.
His earpiece buzzed as a young woman sat
placing her coffee down.
Using trigger words in their conversation
she responded without evasion.

Getting up she smiled politely saying goodbye
then quickly went away.
Under her saucer he saw a piece of paper
pulling it out he read.
Look under my side of the coffee table
difficult as it was unstable.

Nearly tipping it over pulling the sticky tape
being firmly held.
Concealing it trying not to look awkward
joining a passing group.
Concerned there was somebody stalking
he started quickly walking!

His fears were confirmed when he heard a pop
a bullet fired close by!
Through a silencer then there was another
taking evasive action.
Informing the surveillance team in the van
then into the underground he ran!

Planning a route for his own safe escape
he knew the terrain.
Finding the spot he had put a gun and torch
now he was prepared.
Shaking from the cold and possibly fear
there were footsteps near!

As they came along side he jumped out
the bright beam on.
At the same time firing his magnum gun
a grunt and a thud.
Then at his feet a body laid motionless
no emotion did he express!

He informed the team of what had occurred
continuing with his task.
Others could be close behind for the cargo
so delivery was vital.
The destination was at last radioed through
knowing what he had to do!

First mission and first blood his career had begun!

The Foureyed Poet.

Why are there governments today so blinkered
and so narrow minded?
Intent on power and their self preservation
ignoring those suffering!
Amongst the people they should safely rule
but often oppressive and cruel!

Millions of refuges forced to flee across borders
unwanted into other countries.
Causing more threats and possibility of escalation
Because they have their troubles to.
that endless cycle of never ending brutality
will remain a shocking reality!

A process to most of the humans that's unacceptable
when these wars spread!
With nuclear weapons that could be used
where nobody can win.
But through this misery to many do proceed
it's the psychopathic breed!

Our society still survives but with uncertainty
at what could happen.
World finances crashing more becoming poor
yet even more billionaires.
Anger and discontentment begins to fester and blow
what happens tomorrow we don't know!

If these government attitudes stay the same
when it happens none will take the blame!

But of course by then it will be too late!

The Foureyed Poet.

Twenty now no longer a child she brooded
was she ready to share?
Her life with a man she'd known six months
to move in together.
Possibly not until Christmas or the New year
in her mind not yet clear.

By that time realising she'd be twenty one
still was it right?
Wanted to leave home got on with mum
not the same with dad!
Always been distant and a little afraid
the atmosphere a little frayed.

He'd been in the army when she was small
maybe this was why!
Was the youngest of four other siblings
and the last at home.
Her parents said she didn't have to leave
there was always a reprieve.

That lack of tenderness from her father
magnified her insecurity.
But had to give the relationship a chance
feeling she was in love.
If that moment was allowed to pass her by
she'd always wonder if or why!

The Foureyed Poet.

He was sure it was there only had two drinks
yes it was really dark.
He'd been scared it was certainly unexpected
that snake like thing!
It was there in the village he was born
his own opinion torn.

Worrying he had started seeing objects
was unstable on his feet.
So pleased to get to his own front gate
stopping there was a sound.
Certain something had followed behind
even his path felt confined.

Reaching his door step turned in the porch
sweat running down his neck.
There was a weird noise that got closer
yet he could see nothing!
Waiting to cry out his cords were frozen
the victim had been chosen!

The snake like thing rose high and menacing
engulfed the man'd taught body!
Nothing was left but a pool of body fluid
the alien killer moved on!
In search of more flesh to sustain its being
this thing few were seeing!

By the post office a man thought he saw a snake
must have been a mistake!

The Foureyed Poet.

The droplets of rain fell on your pale arm
a wonderful lady there within.
Soft and warm your touch on my face
wrapped in your shawl of lace.
A smile to warm anybody's beating heart
no way did I want to part.

That smile so bright you couldn't feel sad
with you nobody could be mad.
Like your lipstick that smouldering red
blue eyes that said take me to bed.
An angel in human form is what you felt
as beside you I knelt.

The rain making you glisten in the day light
such an amazing sight.
But in the back of our minds we both knew
was fresh like the morning dew.
Then the time came when we had  to part
that did break my heart.

I had to go off to war on the early train
knowing you would remain.
As our love we passionately expressed
together tightly we caressed.
Knowing pat of me I was leaving behind
certainly one of a kind.

That feeling starting to drive me insane
we would not meet again.
At the station parting I got on the train
from sad thoughts did refrain.
Kissing your lips for that one last time
saying I love you in mime.

This image I remembered as I was dying
tears of joy crying.
Now alone you sit on my military grave
from heaven I frantically wave
Excitedly knowing the day will soon arrive
when together our love to revive!

Again droplets of rain fell on your pale skin.

The Foureyed Poet

The birthday party as in full swing
laughter and music blaring.
Coming form the northern city pub
not a hint of trouble.
Everyone enjoying the celebration
they slipped in no hesitation.

Dressed in a suit a mask over the face
a revolver exposed.
With a target directly in his eye sight
raising the deadly weapon!
For none in the lively bar did he care
at the victim a blank stare!

Several others by his side fell wounded
as the large crowd split.
He had vanished in the ensuing panic
definitely a professional hit.
Evermore body fluid on another floor
more deaths to even the score!

Not a single soul can ever feel safe or free
always somebody on a vengeful spree!

The Foureyed Poet.