Five Year Poem Plan - Part 2

Week 202 - Redbox

How times change. Remembering past years when we drove to a Redbox to rent videos. The adventure of it. The unknown. What videos would be available? What snacks would we purchase? Now it's just a button on the smart television from the comfort of our movie room.

Redbox

Blowing swirling snowflakes
Haphazardly descending
Walk to General Store
Toasty warm I'm pretending

Redbox releases horror
At an alarming rate
Renting it's a big mistake
Their blood and guts I hate

Best Friend likes them scary
But I prefer suspense
Hers are released most often
Watching them the consequence

Close eyes and quietly hum
Fingers on ears' tragi held tight
Even though I'm at home watching
Friend laughs as fear turns me white

Imagination runs
Midnight has come and gone
Friend departs for her home
Fretfully wait for dawn

Laden snow covered stairs
She cheerfully skips down
Watching from the sidelight
Can't help but anxiously frown

Hastily turn the lock
Check all doors and windows
Making a second round
Before losing bravadoes

We have a creepy basement
It's not time to contemplate
Strain for non-existent sounds
Evil most incarnate

Protective Dobie Doha
Begins a deep throated growl
His hair's standing on edge
Methodically he'll prowl

Scratch on the pantry glass
Terror paralyzes me
Until I remember
It's a stray branch from a tree

Bending to pet the dog
Movement catches my eye
Out of the kitchen window 
Retreating figure, I spy

Skipping two at a time
Doha in hot pursuit
Feet barely touch the stairs
My resolve absolute

Slam the bedroom door shut
Heavy chair under knob
Senses are fully alert
I then begin to sob

From the bed side nightstand
Cell phone shakily retrieved
Nine one one is dialed
Police coming, I'm relieved

Second guessing myself
Perhaps my eyes were playing tricks
Could have been an animal
Or teenage menace antics

Siren lights flash on walls
Police ring the doorbell
I'm overly cautious
Through the locked screen I yell

Policeman's information
Leaves me even more distressed
Single set of large boot prints
But there's been no arrest

Tramping through the neighbor's yard
With flashlight police follow
Into the woods they go
I find it hard to swallow

What's taking them so long
Into the snow-covered street
There were fresh vehicle tracks
Trespassers prints and car meet

The policeman informed
He had gotten away
Doha's barking deterred
Intruder's entry that day