...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
I hope you are okay, Bridget. This is terrible.
Thanks, Linda, I am fine. We just heard gunshots the other night - sounded like they were in the river wash below our house. The "armed robbery" was referring to us losing sleep. We don't actually know what the gunshots were about - we were not actually robbed. I love that you are concerned. Hugs. =)
The poem feels very real. I felt worried too.
Ack, I'm sorry to scare you, Liz, and anyone else. I just was doing a play on words. Note to self, explain. =)
Great use of metaphor. I took it literally too.
Thanks, Catherine, and I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. =)