Dull (NaPoWriMo Day 18)

Today's https://www.napowrimo.net/ prompt was write a section of a dramatic narrative poem. I sort of did that.

Dull

The dull knife shines with the soft glow
from the automatic night light,
plugged in next to the kettle.

2:37 am, it is often about this time
when the whistling and the creaking
paints a too clear picture of an intruder,
or a tinkering trickster assembling
an improvised device.

Wooden groans leak slowly from the house's frame.
Wind spitting gently shakes the deck door.

After a few minutes he breathes easier again.
Angles the blade back and forth to play with the light.
He is struck with the familiar two 2:41 am-ish thoughts:

iT is VerY Good I neVer bouGht a riFle.
I SHOULD SHARPEN THIS KNIFE.