Hey well this is just a little something that kind of took me by surprise the other night after I'd been for a walk outside. It's not deep and meaningful by any account, but I rather like it if I may say so myself... it gave me a pleasent feeling the way all the words kinda fell together. Anyways, here's what I've got so far, only short but I'm thinking of adding some more.

The Thief

Secretly stealing and silently sliding
A shadow out the back door.
The night-time is listening, moonlight glistening
As footsteps echo some more.

The stars in the heavens burn cold with suspicion,
As whispers walk on tiptoes
In mischievous fashion, with dark cunning passion
The thief this way quickly did go.


here's a stanza I wrote the other night to add to it a little more, but I'm not quite sure if it fits in, or even if I should just leave the poem as the two stanzas above...

He mooves through the night seeking treasured delights;
Such jewels few men have seen.
If a house he should find and fix his fearless mind,
He'd sweet-talk the door-lock free.


let me know what you guys think.