Under The Lamp Post Poem by Daniel Y.

Under The Lamp Post



A blood curdling scream
rang out in the thick crisp air
of a freshly moistened night.
the dull light of street lamps gave
little comfort. Nothing seems quite right.
the straight sheen of a raised dagger
caught the eye
of one elder passer-by.
who glanced a second time
and proceeded to put on her long distance glasses.

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