The evening light was fading
After a quiet day
Work in the studio
Watch the Tour De France
Read a couple of short stories
Dinner French Onion Soup
Cleared the dishes
Flecks of yellow caught my eye
A guest in the garden
Distinctive but could identify
Turned in early
Flossed and locked up
The valley full of smoke
The hurtles ahead seemed manageable
Reaching for the flashlight
Stumbled on sleepy limbs
There you stand
You are not a guest
Uninvited… it isn’t right
Tossed what you could into a bag
Ran out the back door
Called the police
Waited for the siren
Looked into the darkness of the night
No evidence of your presence
Billfold and purse missing
Just an open back door
Leading into the blackness of the night
An intruder in the house
Distinctive but could not identify