The Bandit

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One night while I was working, I stopped to check a house,

Darkness all around me, things were quiet as a mouse.

I quickly glanced across the street, into the empty park,

When suddenly I heard it, a rustling in the dark.

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My curiosity had been piqued, I looked towards the noise,

And wondered should I call in, for some cover from the boys.

But, no, I thought, there’s nothing here, no reason for a call,

I’ll just go and investigate, for crooks to take a fall.

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Cautiously I snuck up, to see what I could see,

Was the bandit hiding somewhere, over near the apple tree?

Approaching close I reached out, to open up the gate,

One hand on my gun butt, I prepared to meet my fate.

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When suddenly I saw him, a bandit in the yard,

I guess he must have seen me too, he started running hard.

He came rapidly towards me, to tear me limb from limb,

Growling like an animal, he knew the chance was slim.

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His sudden movement startled me, as I took a backward stride,

To give me time to contemplate, if I could make it to my ride.

I drew my gun and pointed it, at the mask upon his face,

And knew I could not miss him, if he got closer to my place.

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He stopped and turned away right then, and strolled into the night,

Secure in him the knowledge, that he caused me quite a fright.

I don’t think I want to meet him, anytime too soon,

So concludes the story, of my fight with a raccoon.

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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 97-06-28 (152)