"Animal Instincts" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 12
written by Bruce A.
Pandolfo
4/12/2017
Mike finds his wife
lying at their staircase base
face down unconscious
in a bad state, sprayed
crimson, bloody and
bludgeoned it's too fucked
Marooned as an island
in a pool of maroon blood
like the pool they
spent the night 'round 'neath the moon drunk
Mike phones in a
frenzy, a freaky familiar interlude
He can't get his head
straight when the operator interviews
Very similar to another
time, not time for verisimilitude
Figure's she stepping
like the sentences he's tripping through
gritty it wasn't
pretty, sirens blaring, sight dimming
Crying trying to clean
her up, his dizzy head swimming,
Kathleen's doing the
dead woman's float, it gets fishy,
wishy-washy wish she
wasn't a bloody puddled pummeled pity
But see in the 80's
somehow Mike found a lady in the same way,
spotted at the bottom
of the stairs, reaper food with her brain caved
Novel coincidence, this
novelist couldn't write it any stranger,
it made waves with the
jury that was judging Mike later
They noted the
similarity: “disgusting Peterson struck again”
then struck again and
again until Kathleen met her end
with a million dollar
motive from insurance benefiting
ensured they'd all buy
it and he's sent to get a fitting life in prison
The mystery doesn't end
there, it's still a who-dun-it
their lawyer neighbor
Larry checked the info that went public
Thumbing through the
files of the woman who was bludgeoned,
found a microfiber
filament from who struck her in the blood test
The data backs it all
up, Mike was wrongfully indicted
Larry went to the
precinct with his theory arrived,
The office offered
side-splitting asides, he split chided
Two papers got a hold
of Larry's story and derided
Larry ignored the
knee-slapping, he was right he decided
Many birds of prey have
injured people mid nights mid-flight
8 years later his
neighbor's case breaks despite his rep blighted
Still getting at
getting out, having the story righted
it goes...
There were owl feathers
meshed in the mess of her hair
Bird of prey flew from
the nest and dive bombed her right there
Owl crashed talons
slashed while she's taking out the trash,
dizzy from the
blitzkrieg, Kathleen collapsed by the stairs.
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