Nightwalkers
Silent figures in the night
Walk in shadows, out of sight;
You can't see us but we're there,
Watching you from everywhere.
We crawl on ceilings and on walls
While always seeking empty halls,
Seeking, tracking, looking out;
Treasure's always somewhere about.
And get to doing what we always do:
Taking time to find your place
To profit from your graceless haste.
And voila! here is your door,
Behind which lies what we're looking for;
A trinket, perhaps? Something new!
Of some things one can't have too few.
A lock in place? Oh dear, oh dear.
But from it we have naught to fear:
A swish, a crick, a gentle tug,
Oh this lock's less trouble than a small bug!
The gateway yields, oh what a shame!
There is no lock that'll keep us lame-
So, in we come while you're away;
The 'mice' are here to sing and play!
Dollars, cents - oh, the thrill!
Laptops, iPods, books and mags,
Even your own stash of fags!
When you get back, you'll feel bereft
'Cos everything's gone and nothing's left;
We cleaned up well without a broom:
It's just as if we owned your room!
You'll never find us how much you try
Not even when you break down and cry;
We have no soul nor sympathy,
Only greed and lust and apathy.
Silent figures in the night
Walk in shadows, out of sight;
Our itchy hands will take away
Your favorite stuff and ruin your day!
This post is dedicated to thieves around the world. May you be forever cursed by a thousand misfortunes for every item that isn't yours.
Comment Form Under Post in Blogger