The pensioner heard loud noises in the night
petrified it was a burglar.
But unwisely looked around the bungalow
yet everything was in place.
Except for the open back door all was still
in his lungs cold air did fill.
Around his wrinkled neck was a button pendent
for summoning urgent support.
Pressing it hard a young voice loudly replied
he could hardly speak.
Telling him to stay calm help was quickly coming
listening to a faint humming!
Shaken by this he sat down on a kitchen chair
staring out into the garden.
He recalled that grave size patch of ground
where nothing would grow.
Often wondering what was below the earth
at this moment felt no mirth!
A door bell ring made him nearly fall off the chair
taking awhile to let them in.
A warden and constable who were concerned
thoroughly checked around.
And seemed satisfied everything was fine
further help he did decline.
Alone once more it was certainly not the same
until now it felt like home.
Now every single sound made him quiver
and focused on the door!
As it re-opened on its own he now saw
like a shadow on the door!
He also had a bad heart this he couldn’t take
collapsing on the grubby floor.
The following day a social worker called
being shocked finding him.
Natural causes the post-mortem revealed
the secret in the ground sealed!
No suspicions aroused at how many died
in this council property.
After all they were all getting very old
so just natural causes!
Whatever was buried an untold mystery
somebody’s dark history!
Soon another elderly resident moved in!
The Foureyed Poet.