A Poet's Progress
By Fox-Trot-9
22. Rudy the Watchdog
(2/22/09)
Rudy, the old geezer, the watchdog
Of this neighborhood, I found
Very unusual, not to say he was
Some maniac—no! He was a nice guy
Whenever he meets me in person—
I guess he's sincere—, but at every midnight
Around the neighborhood sidewalks
He strolled, probably just checking
For any trouble. Naturally, one might think
Him a paranoid, even senile old bloke,
But I'd beg to differ, though I sometimes found
His manners a bit crude, even offensive with his constant
Farts and loathsome breath. Still, he evoked enough curiosity
To compel me to follow him in his nightly
Rounds. Slowly did I creep so stealthily,
Wanting to see what he was up to, till he
Suddenly spotted me with his eagle-like eyes.
Before I knew it, I was sputtering wordlessly,
Until he told me to "look on the other side of the street."
Thus, we looked, till we heard a car alarm.
Immediately, I froze while Rudy, Iron with bravery,
Shouted at the vehicle, which in turn released someone
Who ran away. I, shook up with heart-pounding surprise,
Finally knew why he made his nightly rounds.
He was not only the old geezer,
He was the watchdog of our neighborhood.
(To be continued...)
A/N: You can consider this Rudy's epitaph, because he died a few months before I wrote this. They say you're never to old to learn; well, what I learned that night was that courage is never dies. I hope I'll have that kind of courage some day.
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PoetryGenre: Poetry. Summary: This collection contains my poetry during my freshman year in high school. It's a record of my development as a poet and as a person told in a collection of poems. I used different poetic styles throughout this collection in...
