The Killing

Copyright ©2022 John Wm Beckner - All Rights Reserved

I awoke at 4am to the sound of a scream,
I thought immediately it must be a dream.
I listened carefully, expecting a riot,
But all I heard was the loudest quiet.

At 7am, I awoke for the day,
Shocked to find, to my great dismay,
A bloody corpse on the dining room floor.
Getting rid of the body would be my distasteful chore.

Looking closely at the widespread remains,
There were many wounds and bloody stains.
Was all life gone? I had to check,
Death was certain with the broken neck.

I saw her then, at the door, standing,
Her eyes seemed to smile as she went out on the landing.
The puncture wounds along his spine,
Added proof his death was by design.

She always left the cleaning up to me,
Whenever she killed, oh so proudly.
My cat came in and did proudly beam.
Did you know that rabbits have a high-pitched scream?