Quick

 

With my rattan cane
I struck the rebel
who dared to ransack my home.
Fatal was the wound
as a rivulet of blood
hid not the break of bone.
In his rucksack I found
jerky of beef
ripen fruit and a loaf of rye.
Clenching my rosary
reciting a rhapsody of redemption
twas I that did not die.