Chloe took to living on the golf course
After her parents and she
Could not agree.
Chloe had burned down the garage.
Her parents had objected.
Chloe had expressed her dislike of cheerleaders.
The authorities had intervened.
Chloe had asserted her innocence.
A jury of her peers had found otherwise.
But,
The judge who overturned the decision thought her appeal had merit--
He'd liked the way she'd crawled straight across his desk like that,
Sending tedious paperwork and awards to the floor.
He'd rarely met an applicant so eloquent.
Chloe, born
On a sunny Sunday in May,
With girlish grace
And fairy face,
Took to living on the golf course.
It was green,
If not strictly included under the language of her parole.
Some men enjoy playing golf--
Some of them to a degree never intended by God.
On a day when Saturn and Mars lined up like a gimme putt,
Retiree Bob Newburg parked his cart at the second hole, par four
And got out.
He was wearing
A white mesh bill cap,
A knit shirt with a little logo on the pocket,
And yellow polyester golf slacks.
Such a man could never survive for long in the wild.
Because Bob Newburg's attention was fixed
On remedying a persistent slice,
He was oblivious
To the young woman he had disturbed.
Chloe was just dragging a fresh kill up into the safety
Of a nearby sycamore.
Upon being interrupted,
Her perfect face became the perfect expression
Of indignant fury.
"For chrissakes, Bob!" exclaimed a shaky-voiced Don Parkley
Upon discovering what remained of his golf partner.
Chloe
Looked down from a high branch,
Her eyes as clear and calm as summer moons.
Chloe born
On a sunny Sunday in May,
With girlish grace
And fairy face,
Now resides inside the Elizabeth Hitchins Maximum Security Facility For Women
In Coldwater, Michigan.
She works in the inmate stitchery
Making little samplers for the Department of Corrections gift shop,
And has never once felt sorry
About anything.
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( I recently visited K's fine blog Interstitial Life and left a rather over-the-top comment off the top of my head. I later decided it deserved to be expanded. The result is "Chloe." Thank you, K, for posing the question of the difference between being "tame" and being "domesticated.")