The Shooter

The shooter from the train was sought

When police received a tip

And now it seems that he’s been caught;

To jail he’ll take a trip.

 

You’d think that in New York he’d find

So many spots to hide

Where he could leave no trace behind

With lots of time to bide.

 

Yet rarely someone in a scrape

(Or worse) evades the law

For each attempt at swift escape

Contains a fatal flaw.

 

New Yorkers now must heave a sigh

But not just of relief.

Despite the fact they caught the guy,

We’re filled with fear and grief.