On patrol in the large empty department store
the security officer froze!
Troubled at the mannequins surrounding him
hearing a shuffling sound.
Assuming that an intruder had entered within
hairs stood up on his skin!
Struggling to Keep calm carried on with task
but his discomfort grew.
Darkness began to close in on the lower floor
even his torch did not help.
Heading with nervous tension to the service lift
there had been a display shift!
It was disturbing to see his exit had been blocked
having to divert to the stairs.
Calling for support from his colleague got no reply
only static on the two way radio.
Items began to fall he was isolated and full of fear
what was roaming about in here?
Reaching the office a sense of relief nobody was there
he observed the security screens,
Almost afraid to breathe glared with an intensity
at where he had just come from.
Saw the other guard being hit around his head
across a table his body was spread!
Instantly reacting headed back to assist his mate
tripping over the fallen items.
Charging the lone figure like an angry raging bull
into a lady’s shoe display.
Ready to grapple this violent mysterious intruder
his anger becoming cruder.
Turning the suddenly limp body with some force
found it a lifeless dummy!
Reeling threw it down went to the injured guard
but he was nowhere to be seen!
Determined to find a telephone heard a sound
finding himself on the ground.
Another mannequin was about to drop an object
on him as he lay stunned.
Lashing out trying to get out of any harms way
felt himself being shaken.
He woke ready to fight this frightening creation
determined to get his retaliation.
But it was the other guard with a nice big mug of tea
who had woken him from a doze.
Falling asleep before the shift had actually started
at least it had not been real.
Arriving on the lower ground of the department store
certain he had made each move before!
Was it a dream or a premonition of impending doom?
The Foureyed Poet.
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