BRAVE OR STUPID?

The window cruised by.
Flew by in a flash,
passed her eye.
She was so lucky, that it didn't smash,
She was so attached to him,
as he grabbed on tight to her hair.

She believed he really cared.
That's what she said after I rescued her.

A gang of jellied children,
looked on in disbelief,
watching the demonic gentleman,
Gentleman? I beg to differ,
giving the lady bags of grief.

I wandered down the holy road,
the one that led down to the church,
I wasn't going there,
not my direction,
was going to the local shop,
seeing this,
I had to stop.

I didn't want the children to bear witness to this scene.
That would have been so mean.
Maybe to trigger their nightmares for many days to come,

So Olivia,
yes that's me,
Grabbed the lady,
who may or may not have been a real lady,
definitely a person still.
I took her by the the hand,
I marched her off,
we left him shunned and stunned,
The two of us we walked away in confidence,
the demon beat.
My good deed for the day.

On reflection.
Was I brave that day,
or was I really stupid?
(c) Olivia