A Thief

A snap and the lock is broken

A push and the entrance revealed

Silent steps followed by a shadow

In the midst of the night

Takes what is not theirs

Priceless to the owner, it is

An abrupt noise startling the clever lad

A cry

Of terror? Of surprise? Of hatred? Of joy?

No, they could not tell so they ran

As fast as they could, as fast as they have ever run

A shrill voice called out "Thief! Thief!" ringing above and later,

Around the one who ran

While the lad ran, a realization hit their head

Where the importance of the stolen possession was lost

Tossing it away, they kept on running feeling lighter than before

Not once looking back to see the effects of their actions