Up the alley, <br />down the lane, <br />through the streets, <br />he follows Jane. <br />In the shadows, <br />of the dark, <br />he follows her <br />into the park. <br />Darker there, <br />he sees his chance. <br />But to make sure, <br />he gives a glance, <br />Right and left, <br />No. No~one there. <br />He knows there's little <br />time to spare. <br />Stepping softly, <br />lifts his knife. <br />Slits her throat, <br />he ends Jane's life.<br /><br />Lizzy Tomlinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/murder-3/
