PROBLEM SOLVING

                                  PROBLEM SOLVING



                        I crouched low in the dark shadows,

                        All was quiet; A dead graveyard.

                        Even the tuned crickets seemed dead,

                        Only my heavy heart- beat, only I heard.

                        The feather wind wept in silky song,

                        Though the dwarf trees stood as without life,

                        Studying me as I stared there above

                        At the open window of my selfless wife.

                        AK-47, aka my heart, decrepitly I held,

                        Aimed at the lit opening to my bedroom.



                        I heard her lie, sigh and mourn,

                        He laughed loudly! Boldly in evil night

                        When the dog of Orion stood high,

                        And the black eagle hunted by.

                        The grip on the cold heart was tight

                        Though litres of sweat rolled down my shirt.

                        Then, I saw his beaming ugliness;

                        He fell a blink after the trigger recoiled.

                        No sound was made, none was heard.

                        Heart in pants, cigar in mouth, I trod to my hous34e.