Michael Jackson’s Visit
A Horse's Tale
No parents at bedtime, 3rd grade
Stranger almost makes it in
I twist the turn lock back in time
And sit with the largest knife
My little brother hides under the bed
It’s okay. He grows up to be a big boy
Served in the military, security forces,
Undercover detective, you get it
Royal Canadian Mountain Police,
They arrive and report,
An escapee from the asylum
Broken in other residences
Scored hunting knives and
High powered rifles.
They search for Mr. Jackson
His alias of course
He tried to cut the tail of
Our horse of course
Do you hear that?
He’s now playing the flute.
Where you say?
In the woods behind the trailer of course.
The officers follow the sound
And caught him at last
Will the tremor subside?
I’ll just add it to the trauma soup of
Not feeling safe anywhere.
Tremor, free floating anxiety, fear
Pits in my stomach. Ears ringing,
Tense muscles, and a rapid heart beat.
Disaster? No. But certainly messy.
Perfect cocktail for therapy.
Good descriptions but can you include more emotions?