The Last Steal

There’s a fading picture on my childhood’s meander,
Troublesome; although notional, emotional – and tender…

I remember, I went to steal pears from the neighbor’s fruit trees,
I hid next to his shed, ably like an expert of mischieves.

All at once, the old man appeared during getting robbed,
I stayed next to the shed by the fences dropped.

The old man was so melancholic in his chequered chemise,
Promenading from a tree to a tree doing kindly kisses.

This is where the story begins – where I grew years,
Waiting for the ageless man finishing his craze.

I must relax by the fence under the shed’s shade,
Seeking something time-killing against my bad fate.

Under the pressure of the moment, I must realize,
I was facing a high-class hole in a thumb-size.

Tic-tac tic-tac, the freaky hole was on the wall,
While my cheeky eyes were surveying the hole.

A hole, a hole – for the first sight having no goal, nor role,
Though, sullenly it made me feel no more sole.

As if my mate – the hole – would accompany me,
But what if, there might be something really watching me?

The ground became a pit and the fence a web,
While watching the unknown hole on the shed.

In a sudden – in the hole, I saw two long-long straw,
Dark colour and yellow stripes died their flaw.

The horror hole might hide a ferocious monster,
The proof is it was ill-silent; no growl, nor bluster.

Those straw like legs were waiting their prey,
My throat did not let me a breath nor a pray.

The hole wished me dead that was deadly certain,
But how it wanted to manage my death; uncertain.

My face got a pale frown, my arms were in a knot,
The question might be now: to survive or rather not.

For a moment of coldness and pressure growing,
A pyramid-like and a straight leg.. – I saw them moving!

I waited no more for the monster waiting me,
I jumped into the sky and flew through a valley.

The hideous valley of the fence and the shed,
Led me to the hands of the old tree-loving lad.

The man became bad-tempered seeing me pear-handed,
A bing and a bang, and this is how the story ended.

This is karma; I gave myself away because of a hole,
Then, I paid the whole for that I so far stole.

Benyamin Bensalah

10.09.2017

5 thoughts on “The Last Steal

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