Coloring within the Lines

On my way to school
I found a little pool

of blood. I followed
drops of dark red clots

that led me to a man
in chalk. I really can

improve this art, I thought.
(I hoped I wasn't caught.)

I took out some colored chalk
and knelt upon the cold sidewalk

An eye appeared and then a nose
I drew his fingers and his toes

In not too long I had him dressed;
it seemed to be his Sunday best:

a purple shirt and yellow pants,
bright blue shoes so he could dance.

I stood to view my rainbow guy,
so very sad he had to die.

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