Present Thought


It was far too late to be out on the trail,
but he really didn't care.
He was in his mind, not outside.
Any onlookers should beware.
He'd been walking now for over an hour,
no change in step or pace,
until he looked up at the end of the trial,
the neighborhood off 12th Street East.
No emotion on his face at all,
as he entered a home without sound--
a light came on, then went off,
no alarm, no scream, no sound.

Out of house, as quiet as ever,
warm red stained his clothes and face.
He headed for the trail again,
back in his step, back in his pace.
It was far too late to be out on the trail,
though now he seemed to care.
He observed his surroundings, now in present thought.
Any onlookers he should beware.

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