The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 103 Poem by Flying Lemming

It was a quiet little house
And he never made much noise
The neighbours thought him friendly
Had humble stature and poise
No one knew much about him
He kept himself to himself
There were sometimes unkind comments
About his mental health
But he was harmless and quiet
Which is what everyone likes
To have from a neighbour
But then a shock strikes
There are blue flashing lights
And the sound of many men
Searching room after room
Upstairs and down and then
Out into the garden
A team search high and low
And slowly dig the earth up
To find what’s hidden below
The police keep excavating
Slowly turning the ground
Inch by inch uncovered
Another body is found
A brutal end of a life
And the family it destroys
It was a quiet little house
And he never made much noise