Safari murder

One quiet day in a small town, 

There was a knock on the door of the smallest house, with the loneliest woman 

Slightly intrigued, she looked out her window. And felt her heart flutter.

She beckoned him in, and they talked for a while. She felt her smile grow larger and larger. The teapot boiling, she went to shush it. And came back to a frightening scene.

Blood rushing she ran up the stairs

But her luck no longer held out. She should’ve been frightened, but loved the surge. She died a happy woman. But her cat, the only witness, held the moral reserve to hide under the bed and fear from afar…