Paranoia Times Eight.
Paranoia Times Eight.
No one knew what lay ensconced
inside the box that day,
stuffed between the last seats,
this container scuffed with dirt.
on subway 66, northbound in Washington D.C.
crammed with worried passengers,
each of them staring back,
at this threat left there,
in times of red alerts.
Stranger still the noises
that it made against the floor,
unearthly howls with scrabbles
and soft moaning from it rose,
many noted how it moved
as if it were alive,
yet no one ran to see just what
its contents would disclose.
Two ladies dialed up nine one one,
while many others froze,
in poses of confusion,
nervous glances and despair,
till one young girl slipped casually
between the masses poised,
to lift the four sides of its lid
and see what waited there.
Like pandora's box,
each traveler knew her curiousity,
might damn them all to evil
in her quest for its mystique,
but she was a smart farm girl
who was real sure of her hunch,
that what she'd find within that box
was was truly worth a peek.
One nervous rider leaped up
and he shouted, "Stay away!"
while others ducked their heads,
cringing below their padded seats,
but no one ever thought to make
a move to block her path,
from the darkness dimly
lit beneath the streets.
With a soft soprano cry
she gave a sigh and then reached down,
all around her there arose communal gasps,
till she turned to them with a bright smile
and showed them what she'd found,
two tiny, furry puppies gently clasped.
The box contained a mother dog,
most likely just a stray,
that someone chose to
dump upon the train,
with five more puppies snug
against her side sucking away,
voraciously at her warm milk buffet.
Eight people left that subway train
with very happy smiles,
One took the runt and also took the mom,
while seven more so carefully
wrapped tiny bits of love,
inside the coats or sweaters they wore on.
No bombs, no death, no terrorists,
just simply nature's course,
crossed paths with humans
who back home were headed,
A dog day afternoon that
at the finish turned out fine,
the last man out left with
that box so dreaded.
He threw it in a trash can
with a rather silly grin,
this cardboard monster
oh, so overblown.
then he moved on through
the huge crowds,
of new riders shuffling in,
for a much more boring ride,
then what he'd known
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