A Detective Story

Poetry

It was a stormy night
and there was a fight.
They called me out to the scene
and asked, 
"What does this clue mean?"

I said, "That...is a body
with a knife in it.
Somebody."
They said, "It's nobody."

"It's just some man," they said.
I said, "What man?"
They said, "You don't know, man."
I said, "Oh man."

Then I saw a man
in a black cape with a stripe
blue suit coming at us from
the shadows.
It was so close;
a near miss, the knife
came near Miss Near.

Who missed her father:
a detective for three years.
She was no bother to the
force, twice divorced
in a sundress at night,
very strange, I confess,
but I digress.

"I confess," said the body.
"It was my intention
from the start to attack
a policeman in the heart."
The caped bandit spun and
threw his knife at someone.
Some body.

Like the legendary spider
he dropped down beside her.
Beside Miss Near, who attacked
the villain. Like a deer
frozen in the light, the man
was stunned
and dropped on 
no one.

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