LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT...

To and fro, he goes
The night, the only cloak he knows
Looking through a window he sees,
The treasure he seeks.

So into the shop he goes,
To possess the treasure he knows.
Then, right in front of him he sees;
The treasure he seeks.

No one is watching, so he goes,
Grabs the treasure he knows,
And finally in his hands he sees,
The treasure he seeks.

Into his pocket it goes,
Finally its his and he knows.
But looking behind him he sees,
Its him, that the shopowner seeks

Reviews

[mattavelli]

He's a bad boy. Your story is easy to understand and it flows nicely. Thanks for sharing.

[Chinedu Ubah]

Tanks, bro