Kidnapped!
One summer, after dark, when all the bats
had come and gone, and we’d squeezed diamond rings
from lightning bugs we’d captured in a jar,
we heard the screeches -- was it Mildred’s cats,
we wondered, or some drunken ding-a-lings,
or Davie torturing his steel guitar?
We didn't know the symbol of the Fates
could be a Chevy with New Jersey plates.
Our neighbor's brutal ex had forced his way
into her house and snatched young Jimmy, who
had just been put to bed. Somewhere, someday
the cops might get a tip and follow through;
that is, if Jimmy’s in the USA,
not spirited away to Timbuktu.
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