The Interlopers

The Interlopers

Copyright © April 9, 2016 by Douglas W. Jerving.

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Karon kept house like no one could’ve done,
Sweeping every edge out an eye could see
While she disturbed those patterns of last dusts
By taste, or scent unknown by her dear man
Or any visitor their humble ‘bode
So clean that they could breakfast bathroom floors.

“I think I heard a noise.”
                                    “It’s still of night”
She challenged around three.

                                            Robert had an
Ear for fears that might materialize
As late raiders upon their chicken coop
Or even worse their door step late at night.

“I know the sounds intruders make before
The dawn scatters them to their lairs again.
Of this I’m sure, they do not mean us well
Before the day presents its evidence
And we are found to late by the police.
Was just last Tuesday down in Pillington
A whole family, wife and kids, were pilched
By some unknowns at the point of a gun
Who got away and are here still abroad
In the neighborhood. They think we don’t see.
I do; and I hear them now as certainly.”

“Robbers hope to find us unawares, night
Sleeping like the virgins without lamp oil
In the parable. Blind like me.” she said.

Robert raised himself to get his gun, but
Realizing he should trust her unseeing eyes
He went out to the yard and found a possum
Gray and elderly tipped the bowl the cats
Had not consumed, left for them on the porch.
But Karon already knew before him,
(Her sense was strong as all those barnyard cats)
And she was sound asleep when he returned
As Don Quiote after chasing windmills.

Next morning at the dawn of day police
Knocking doors asked if they’d heard commotion.
They said they’d caught red-handed a farm down
Thieves who confessed an attempt to break in;
And that they had been nights before in town,
But now tried farms, and were disturbed and ran
When bowls outside one home were tipped over
By the home owner chasing off vermin
They thought (seeing flash of steel) might be them.


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