Blood on the walls
Shattered glass on the floor
Broken China across the kitchen and dining area
The furniture helter-skelter

It was as if
I’d walked into a crime scene
Not unlike the ones I’d read about, or
Seen in the movies
Had I wished for a crime thriller or a murder mystery that hard?

With trepidation and mounting fear
I took one step at a time
Looking for the body
Anticipating the killer to pounce on me
And claim me as his next victim

Tick tock
Bang!
A whimper,
Who was that?

I turned around, scared to bits
There stood the culprit
Without guilt or fear
Face dripping red
The eyes challenging

Meow!
Rolling my eyes I scooped up the troublemaker
Sherlock, my cat
Was apparently nothing like his name source,
In fact quite the opposite

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Text Prompt:

Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.