Detective

Finally promoted

To detective,

A job he earned

From his perspective,

 

He worked hard

On the beat,

But found it tough

On his feet,

 

Now a desk

All to himself,

A computer screen,

And a shelf,

 

The first case

He did open,

Almost nearly

Found him broken,

 

For it was

A homicide,

The answers for him

To provide.

 

To the scene

Gloves in hand,

Frozen still

He did stand,

 

There she was

His ex girlfriend,

His heart slowly

On the mend.

 

He shook his head

Like a dog,

Proceeding he

Entered the fog

 

Of death.

The smell of decay,

His senses

Straight to dismay,

 

The body was

Very small,

Not what he

Expected at all,

 

‘A child’ he mumbled

Under his breath,

Approached the mother,

She was bereft!

 

‘Who would kill

My baby boy?’

She asked holding

His favourite toy.

 

In a room

The body lay,

He allured

The mother away,

 

Once she calmed

Down a bit,

Beside her was

Where he did sit,

 

‘Have you any

Information?’

He asked her about

The situation,

 

‘His father killed him,

That was who!’

She blurted

Out of the blue.

 

‘Where’s the father now?’

He asked,

He knew he needed

To work fast,

 

‘If I tell you he’ll

Kill my daughter,

He’ll cut her up

And have her slaughtered!’

 

‘Where’s your daughter

Now my dear?’

He said with haste,

And great fear.

 

‘He took her, my

Dear sweet baby!’

‘How old is this

Little lady?’

 

‘She will be one year

Old tomorrow,’

This further

Engulfed him in sorrow.

 

‘Have you any

Idea where they are?’

‘Detective,’ he heard

From afar.

 

He went outside

To check out,

Who had made

That urgent shout,

 

It happened to have

Been his ex,

The knowledge given

Made him perplexed.

 

‘These dimensions

Of the wall,

Don’t make any

Sense at all!’

 

Baffled he

Took a look,

And happened to

Move a book.

 

Suddenly the wall

Opened out,

And into it

He did shout,

 

‘Come out now

You are surrounded!’

He shone his torch

In dumbfounded.

 

What he saw

Made him sick,

He ran to

The window quick.

 

There in the room

In blood they lay,

Baby and dad

In full display.

 

He obviously couldn’t

Live with his actions,

But why his kids?

What was the attraction?

 

The case was quickly

Opened and shut,

A note was found

And it read ‘slut!’

 

An affair the wife

Happened to have,

That was the motive

The he had.

 

 

 

After the paperwork,

Done for the night.

That dad and his kids

Burned into his sight!