Lucky No# Five Poem by Christine Kerr

Playing in the sand pile around age FIVE
Soaking up the sunlight, enjoy being alive,
The kids, around me quickly stumbled to their feet.
Their expressions, showed me one of defeat.

Following their thoughts, I ran like I should
Headed towards a door as fast as I could.
FIVE feet away, he had me in his sight,
This mad dog was surly looking for a fight.

The foam from his mouth, the cold stare in his eyes
Told me, he could, care less that he was alive.
Frozen in my tracks, feeling alone without the others,
Couldn't scream out in fear, wishing for my mother.

Breezing by me were bullets of sin,
Couldn't believe this moment I was in.
Unable to break away from my clear bubble,
FIFTY feet behind me, was part of my trouble.

Standing far back, stiffly in another land,
Was my mother and neighbour, his rifle in hand.
Shooting at us, I was surrounded by loud roars.
Turned back around, experiencing all of the gore.

1 shot, 2...3...4.. then FIVE
How could this poor animal still be alive.
Gold round pellets kept popping in his head.
White foam around his mouth was turning all red.

Finally I think, he must of clued in.
This bright sunny day, became his final end.
Falling over, like a ton of cement bricks.
Children ran back, searching for his last kicks.

My feet finally moved away from the spot
My sanity lost, it could be forgot.
That FIVE minutes, put me in a terrible haze,
Passing of time, has finally ended my craze.