Linc and his partner were tasked to find
A person shooting a gun in an area defined
As he turned the patrol car into the street
A shot rang out in the night not too discrete
It hit him under the arm and he instantly died
The car continued to turn into a tree on a glide
His female partner called out for help on the air
And the other patrols sped to the area there
It was too late for save Linc at that time
Sometimes fate turns your life on a dime
They cordoned off the area for a pattern search
Looking for the offender in his hiding perch
We were in the neighbouring sector together
The scrambled police radio we had heard never
Then we were asked to gather in the station
With the news of Linc’s death in a sad citation
The search continued all that long night
Until the offender was found out of sight
He had been hiding under a car all that time
And he came out from under thinking it was fine
He was convicted in court and went to prison
For Linc’s family this was a righteous mission
And Linc’s mother placed flowers gently down
Each year at the base of the tree on the ground
© Paul Warren Poetry
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