Armed Reaction in Muckleneuk Ridge

While we lived in the mansion
in Muckleneuk Ridge
our maid Rose called me at work,
about some people
with two vans at the gate

that said that they were from Telkom
to install telephone lines
and she could not comprehend
what they were doing there
as the telephone was already working.

I told her to let the two dogs loose
in the yard,
to lock the house
and to press the emergency
alarm button
and that trustworthy maid
did just that,
as she was scared
of being raped by the robbers.

Those men were in
for a big surprise
and although they didn’t
enter the premises
they were blocked of
in the pipe-stem driveway
and left their vans
(which were stolen)
just there
and tried to outrun
the armed reaction
jumping some garden fences
rather than shooting it out.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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