by Kevin Paul Miller
I found a ransom note in my mailbox today. Some villains have snatched the neighbor's pooch. That's the dog that you hear barking all night. He frightens the kids and craps on our lawn. I sometimes see him returning from a manicure and massage, as I arrive home from my second job. "Honey, where's the shredder?"
Kevin Paul Miller edits the online poetry journal First Thought. He writes short fiction, verse, haiku and related forms.