The Murder

The moon was full on this quiet night,

The city, sleeping under warm neon light

Did not know what occurred between the streets

In the back alleys, the soft shuffling of feet

A window breaks, it all begins

Inside their house the family felt safe,

The cat curled up above the fire place,

Nobody heard the sounds they made

Creeping along inside the shade

A muffled scream, again, again

No alarms were triggered, no suspects found

Nobody who knew dared make a sound

The walls have a new shade of red…