Hot Breath Poem by Charlotte Peters Rock

Jimmy was wet and tired
The last bus had gone
Ten miles to home
He was on the look
For an easy mark
When he came across
The plain red van

Even in the dark
His fingers worked
"Magic" the thought
Hot-wired off he drove
Careful on the gears
Downhill almost silently
Then a burst of speed

He felt - rather than saw
The warmth behind him
Hot breath on his neck
A dribble of saliva
Onto his balding pate

In the mirror he saw
Strong white teeth
A pink tongue
Black head
Wide jaw
A Rottweiler paw
on his shoulder

20Apr2008 CPR