Prophecy?

A Poem About When I Got That Strange Feeling

Photo by Andreas Dress on Unsplash

Walking home from the shops
I get the feeling my house has been robbed
prepare to say “And sure enough
it hadn’t,” rehearse the lines
“How we forget the moments
the unusual doesn’t happen.”

I turn the corner, two cars
and three policemen outside a house
a few doors down.
When I get outside my house I stare
like others on the street.
As my neighbour tells her son to go inside
so do I.

There was a break in two days ago across the road.
Did I see anything? No.
We need a padlock for the gate.