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Such a busy day at work I remember must have been last November. It was a happy evening with my wife a late dinner no tension or strife. A glass or two of our favourite wine and the *** was truly divine. Falling asleep at around midnight leaving on the bedside light. Outside a heavy frost began to lay no need to get up Saturday. Something aroused me it was bang followed by a clang! Fearful it was intruders in our house certainly not a noisy mouse. I picked up a baseball bat by the bed quietly on the landing with dread. As a hooded figure came up the stairs eye to eye glares! In the dim light I saw their arm swing then in my shoulder a sting! At that time not realising I'd been stabbed the burglar I grabbed. But they broke away instinctively I swung stupidly I bit my tongue! With an unknown strength I suddenly found a hard object I did pound. The wooded bat vibrated in my shaking fist down the stairs we fell with a twist! I heard distant screams muffled shouting my sanity I was doubting! Footsteps then running out of the door a body below me on the floor! Realising the bat was still in my hand would the authorities understand? I was arrested for attacking the intruder the questions getting cruder! By my actions treated like the privacy invader accused of murdering the raider! Just a man protecting his home dwelling the truth I tried telling. A terrible experience I could not forget the future of eternal regret! After weeks of worry the charges were withdrawn it can't alter memories now torn! The Foureyed Poet.
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Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:34 AM UTC
Intruders
Such a busy day at work I remember must have been last November. It was a happy evening with my wife a late dinner no tension or strife. A glass or two of our favourite wine and the *** was truly divine. Falling asleep at around midnight leaving on the bedside light. Outside a heavy frost began to lay no need to get up Saturday. Something aroused me it was bang followed by a clang! Fearful it was intruders in our house certainly not a noisy mouse. I picked up a baseball bat by the bed quietly on the landing with dread. As a hooded figure came up the stairs eye to eye glares! In the dim light I saw their arm swing then in my shoulder a sting! At that time not realising I'd been stabbed the burglar I grabbed. But they broke away instinctively I swung stupidly I bit my tongue! With an unknown strength I suddenly found a hard object I did pound. The wooded bat vibrated in my shaking fist down the stairs we fell with a twist! I heard distant screams muffled shouting my sanity I was doubting! Footsteps then running out of the door a body below me on the floor! Realising the bat was still in my hand would the authorities understand? I was arrested for attacking the intruder the questions getting cruder! By my actions treated like the privacy invader accused of murdering the raider! Just a man protecting his home dwelling the truth I tried telling. A terrible experience I could not forget the future of eternal regret! After weeks of worry the charges were withdrawn it can't alter memories now torn! The Foureyed Poet.
I can only imagine intruders entering my home then attacking me! In defence striking out and killing them! The Foureyed Poet
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malcolm-terence-gould
English
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:34 AM UTC
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