The Pillowcase Burglar

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Safety  (posted by Susan)
Give us an experience of safety or lack of safety or a change from one to the other.

“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where
we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
― Maya Angelou, All God’s Children . . .

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A house cat was no match
for burglars who breezed in
through a fire escape window.
I was a little put out
to see that one of our cat
pillowcases was gone. Figured
they used it as a looting sack.
Even after an alarm system
was installed, complete with
blazing red panic button,
I could never feel safe
in that apartment again. We
moved; no guarantee of safety.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to The Pillowcase Burglar

  1. susanstoo says:

    Oh, yes! I know what you mean. I had a break in once, and all my stuff was strewn about. The feeling of violation was real.

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  2. True, there’s no guarantee of safety anywhere…sad.

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  3. Marja says:

    Oh yes I can feel the safety being taken away. Very frightening. They broke into my mums house and she felt so unsafe that she straight away put steel roll down shutters on all the windows

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  4. jaerose37 says:

    How sad when we can no longer feel safe in our home..i am glad you could move

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  5. Sherry Marr says:

    You have captured the sense of being violated so well. I would mind, too, that they took the cat pillowcase.

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  6. oldegg says:

    After a break-in you feel personally violated. Lucky it only happened once with us and they ran off empty handed just as they heard us get home.

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