True Love Knows No Boundaries? ? ? Comments

I remember the poem of the home invasion and the fear it engendered and how vulnerable it made you feel- -it is a sick feeling when your home no longer feels like a safe place to be. This poem lashes its tail with anger, this poem is taking its home back. The pendulum has swung. Just be clever as a fox, my dear friend, have all your traps in a row. I am glad the neighborhood is aware. The night is safer with a thousand eyes. So is the day. My goodness, this poem absolutely crackles with fury barely leashed, with justice demanding its due.

A mystery poem, you say, and a very mysterious one, I say. What it sounds like is that perhaps people on your street have been going around stealing things from people's yards and/or homes during the holiday season. Please follow up with another poem when you catch them!