What just happened?
With a scream like a rabid raccoon
the quarry stops and slumps by a barrel
In hyper induced reflex, he squeezes the trigger
Tearing through the alleyway chance chose
Unfortunate, fleeing, failed robber
Gun ready, in perilous pursuit of a dark figure
Not some pansy postal worker
He’s the neighborhood Dirty Harry
Relentlessly recharged he reaches for his .45
He feel its rejuvenating power
Adrenaline, nature’s speed, courses in his veins
He hears the alarm tripped in the lonely garage
Somehow, through his snoozing and snoring
The eyes, the mind relaxed in midnight’s spell,
Left this tale’s hero a snoozing, listless vessel
After thousands of letters sorted and sent
“What happened” happens here in Indiana.
Source: Nestel, M.L. Burglar Sues Man Who Shot Him: ‘I’m Lucky to Be Alive’. The Daily Beast. 28 April 2015.