At first I suspected something -- <br />She acted so calm and absent-minded. <br />And one day I heard the back door shut, <br />As I entered the front, and I saw him slink <br />Back of the smokehouse into the lot, <br />And run across the field. <br />And I meant to kill him on sight. <br />But that day, walking near Fourth Bridge, <br />Without a stick or a stone at hand, <br />All of a sudden I saw him standing, <br />Scared to death, holding his rabbits, <br />And all I could say was, "Don't, Don't, Don't," <br />As he aimed and fired at my heart.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tom-merritt/
