I peered at him with watchful eye. <br />A grimace distorted his youthfuness; <br />Though the air was warm, <br />I felt a chill as he stepped, cautiously, <br />Into the street. <br /> <br />Eyes keenly set, he raised his rife and <br />Squinted against the sun, <br />Reeling his weapon with the motion of <br />Instant replay... <br />He surveyed his prey of motorists and <br />Pedestrians, scurrying unaware. <br /> <br />I instinctively accelerated, now watched <br />Him in the rear view mirror as he smiled <br />With much intensity at everyone... <br />I had escaped! <br /> <br />I shuddered knowing there would be <br />No headlines today for he was just <br />A child with his toy, playing... <br />But what about tomorrow? <br /> <br />Dorothy Alves Holmes <br />A Poet Who Loves To Sing<br /><br />Dorothy (Alves) Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-about-tomorrow-guns-and-our-children/
