A night. A dark night and the door.
Some scratching. Burglars! Oh my God!
To run! To hide under the bed!
A cold floor, darkness, sweating hands.
To wait in fear. My splitting head!
A short life! God! To think of that!
My blood, dead body, the police,
My friends, my relatives, Miss Smith…
To look around. My knife! Here we go!
To take it! Something sharp… Bravo!
The button. Ouch! Damn! Hush!.. Alas!
Not burglars. My cat. Nothing else.
A criminal story
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