The Surprise Party Poem by Bryan Taplits

The shrouds of night concealed the moon's light
As the outlaw stalked his prey,
With seeming second-sight he knew this night
That his prey would not get away.
'Escape' was remote (at least this was his hope)
As the victim seemed old and unsure
He licked his lips at this predatory trip
That would lead his fish to the lure.
However, he didn't expect what happened next
The 'victim' turned sudden and assured
A gun in his hand, he smiled at his stand-
It was he who now stood… so sure.
The outlaw backed away slow and deterred
He gasped-standing splayed-and loudly sobbed,
But too late were his evasive overtures-
For this night it was not the victim
but the outlaw- who was robbed.