Write about: the burglar.
Kat is still dealing with the lingering effects of her cold, so I spent most of today with Max. I had a little time to myself this morning, which was mostly used to get caught up on comments once more.
This evening I went into Penticton to get some groceries and brought my camera along to try out some night photography. Didn't end up taking all that many pictures, but I like this one:
Will have to go out with a plan of things I want to shoot next time, as finding good vantage points was a bit difficult in the dark. It was fun though, especially the part where I felt like anybody watching me would think I'm up to no good.
Dressing in an all black outfit probably didn't help.
Mine:
He's out there,
Tiptoeing through the night,
Intent on staying
Forever out of sight.
But the dogs
Are howling on his trail,
Leading angry men
Who do not care for jail.
In their arms
They carry justice of sorts:
Guns, bludgeons,
Things frowned upon by courts.
He's out there,
Knowing he can't be caught,
Using the tricks
That his old man had taught.
And all along,
From shadows he knows so well,
Death watches,
Ready to drag him back to hell.
