Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Pointing Peril

I was with my boss having lunch.
She was reprimanding me - dang!
But not real serious - my hunch.
Finger pointed, she laughed, "Bang, Bang."
Suddenly the cafe went wild.
The sounds of gunshots in the air.
Every man, woman and child
With guns were shooting ev'rywhere.
I'd left my own gun in the car.
My boss bled - no longer alive.
This bite to eat had turned bizarre.
Under the table, I did dive.

When you live in the wild, wild west,
Don't point fingers - even in jest.