A Neighbor Gone

 

A Neighbor Gone
2/5/2026

ICE prowls our neighborhood
Like a mean tomcat stalking an innocent victim.
Knowing his prey is hungry and helpless,
He lurks outside her locked door.

The tomcat is not hungry.
He is obese,
Stuffed like a glutton,
And bloated by the king of his notorious pride.

The hunt is simply a game to him:
A primal instinct
Instilling fear in his prey—and in others,
Loathing.

The tomcat’s prey is starving.
She seeks a morsel of cheese.
She peeks out the door.

With a single swipe of his paw,
The tomcat plucks her from the doorway,
Forces her to the ground.

He pounces upon her, grabs her by the neck,
And flings her in the air.
Domination excites him.
He repeats the torment.

Surrounded by his approving pride and her appalled neighbors,
She is hauled away.
Tears from her husband and children stain her window.

The tomcat delivers his traumatized and bleeding prey
To the golden doorstep of his evil king.
“Well done, loyal servant.” says the king.
“Your just reward awaits…”

“In Hell!” interrupts the Ultimate Authority.