Wanted Swiss Cheesed 🤠

A red and blue patterned cloth

folded ties his muffled breath.

The wild dry dust in its swirls

tries it's way in nonetheless.

Drums echoing but he slows

their crescendo deaf beat.

Focuses in the beaming stare

for a sign of hidden unease.

People, well they think the trick

is bein' fast on the trigger.

It is not! To read their fear!

The last air that rushed in,

in a general tightening.

That is when your fingers sing

like your life they are handed.

But this kid is ran by ice,

no heat tears run down his hat.

I begin to feel as the mice

that had the short misfortune

to meat this lusty slick cat.

See fear keeps you in this ride,

now will as well make you dead.

That my cunning friend is why:

He is no longer wanted alive

swiss cheesed preferably instead

and no full wit steps to the task.

Mindless the mouse I trap inside,

won't will me out this snag.