Cadence The Clown Poem by Antonia Nasi

Cadence the Clown
Runs rampant in town
With blood-colored crayoned eye

Manhattan he prowls,
With a knife and a scowl
And laughs at us as we cry

He hides in the park
Just a wee after dark
Behind the big birch tree

Then hones in his prey,
Just a skip from the bay
And attacks on the count of three

A bag full of tricks
A handful of sticks
He takes with him night upon night

With sweat on his back
The dead bodies he’s stacked
And laughs as we cringe with fright