Burglar

Late at night, When all was still,
A cat burglar did creep.
A work of art he thought he would steal,
while all of the world was asleep.

But an alarm went off, he got caught,
and put behind bars of steel.
Now late at night, when he is alone,
All he can do is weep.

by Celia Tracy

copyright © 2001 Celia Tracy

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