A Day’s Work by Lyn Kluewer

Watching Friday night semis
from the couch,
repetitive noise
disturbs our concentration.

Flashing lights
pattern the stairwell.
We join the footpath voyeurs,
a dozen police vehicles,
the dog squad and
helicopter….hovering…

Searchlights strafe backyards
police alert,
dogs strain,
onlookers speculate.
We watch
but eventually retire.

Yelling, barking, pounding.
They’ve got him!
Up the blind, open the window,
hang out over street,
blue uniforms
from all directions.
The hunted,
captured in TV’s lights
bundled into waggon.

Another’s hiding,
copter’s on the game.
Reinforcements
blanket area,
highbeam yards
sprint the block.
We see little
through leaves.

A second capture.
Police cars disappear,
helicopter hovers
still sweeping.

© Lyn Kluewer