Through the arches leading to open fields
the elderly man walked
slowly with his small ageing little dog
cheerful on his daily stroll
happy in his own company with his pet
normally nobody else he met!
Quite as usual on the his established route
did not see the group of lads
watching him pass with too much interest
started to follow close behind
his dog sensed them near as he growled
at this the elderly man scowled!
At the same point let his dog off the lead
near to a clump of bushes
the group of six gathered behind them
circling a younger boy
peering down at him in conversation
he listened to their oration!
Into his small hand they put a knife
he had to stab the man
as if mesmerized gripped the handle
said nothing but nodded
the elderly man sat down on a bank
from a water bottle drank.
If really he wanted to be part of the gang
kill him they kept saying
coming up stealthily behind the old man
shaking with anticipation
brought the knife down striking with force
in the neck then felt remorse!
Falling back looked up at the lad in anguish
eyes locked a barking dog
brought him back to the reality of his actions
quickly withdrawing the knife
wiped off the blood in the grass automatically
unable to let go ran erratically!
Ignoring the shouts and cheers of the gang
who ran in the opposite direction
leaving the innocent victim dying his pet
guarding him whimpering
laying next to the loyal friend now silent
he was small but defiant!
The lad who should have been at school
reached his parents house
they were both out at work he had a key
heart pounding breathless
washed blood off his small hands thinking
watching it drain without blinking!
Then as he sat in the kitchen alone cried
at twelve why had he killed
the knife was on the table in front of him
his torment now had begun
a loud knock at the door made him cower
this was his defining hour!
The Foureyed Poet.
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