Mystery of the Mundane- A true, honest to god, really true story/poem

So, is this a poem?
Or merely a gripe
about a real life pain in the ass
we experienced the other night?
A small scare of mundane life
Told by a slightly poetic
(needing to complain about it)
housewife-

So I sent the boy to walk the mutt
Up, up the yard she went to do her
have-to-pee puppy strut-

Right after to dark
(only 8:45 at night)
All fenced in, so big deal, right?

Not a hard chore for a boy of eleven years old
A nicety for me, he sweetly does as he's told-
Then a scream!

For his sake we'll say ...
it was a small manly yell ("YIPE")
He comes in breathless, swearing there's a man
Peaking in the bedroom windows
Tall skinny body type-
A hoodie, running fast on sight
Up the hill into the night-

(But is it a joke?
a young boy's hype?)

Dad and granddad close at hand

Ran out with flashlights to see this

"Mystery Man."

Darkness.

At this point we are all wondering why

Why didn't we ever fix that light-

The motion light on the side of the house?

The one allowing some punk to get away

Quiet as a mouse-

So the "brave menfolk" walk up and down the hill

Aimlessly

Looking for the broken branch my son heard

Seeking clues with half dead lights

While I "guard" the open door

Soothing the unnerved preteen still standing

In the dark-

8 minutes

That's about how long it took

From cell phone call to the Sheriff's department

To come take a look-

Which consisted of standing at the gate

And taking a few notes -

"I'll patrol the area for a while"

he assured with his cold fish smile.

Without a minute spared

(or a penny discussed)

Husband says "security system"

Has just become a must-

Sure enough

In the light of next day

Taking little miss priss (the pup)

Walking our usual way

There was a fallen limb

Cracked in two

(maybe from some punk's shoe?)

And atop my fence

(thru my honeysuckle vine)

Were two large dents-

Hand sized.

So now every curtain has been closed

(So no Peeping Tom's will get a show!)

And every window and door

Are locked-

Don't ask me why they weren't before-

This neighborhood is good

The kind where you'd think no one would

Run through your grass

Or bend your fence to hop it

Or where I must pain my wallet

For the "newest digital security"

To stop it!

But the real question in all this is ...

In the rush of quickly out

and suddenly right back in

Where did the dog pee?

It will always be a mystery-

Just a small scare of the mundane.