THE THIEF

The Light brought with it,
All the misgivings
Of the night that was before.
Consequences of reaching too far
Being overconfident,
Wanting more.
The blood,
From the back of his neck,
Was warm and bright.
Thoughts of that razor sharp panga,
Fresh in his mind.
Weeks of planning,
Had taken a sharp turn left.
He was gratefull he got away,
Gratefull he was alive.

Three weeks before,
Recon had began.
Occasional visits to his door,
To facilitate his plan.
He knew every inch of his decor,
He left nothing to chance.
At the end of the three weeks,
He had to succeed.
His victim,
Would bend to his will.
His fortune would change,
He would finally win.

Those three weeks,
Had been the most predictable,
For his victim.
Three to four A.M,
At the window the thief would be.
Flashlight in hand,
Taking in all that he can.
From the walls.. The dishes,
To the bathroom and key holes,
The light would land.
The victim remained still.
All the while,
Playing dumb.
Boosting the thief's confidence,
Knowing soon he would return.

The night finally came,
He was ready.
The first sure win,
Among many failed attempts.
The thief was ready.
He had the tools he needed,
Had the information he wanted.
Plus on this day especially,
He had a good feeling.
A hunch the victim would be away.
That meant for him,
A smooth ride all the way.

The victim played dumb,
But was far from it.
He knew the thief would return,
To finally go through with it.
Causing him harm,
As he did it.
Having been robbed,
One time before.
He understood the feeling,
Of losing hard earned valuables,
To a lazy being,
Who would rather steal,
Than work a little more.
He would not permit it again.
He could not.
He was sure.

It wasnt as easy,
As the thief thought.
The padlock wasnt easy,
To get rid of.
But it finally fell,
Making a sharp noise,
As it hit the ground.
"Good thing he isn't around"
The thief thought.
"He would have woken up,
From the sound,
For sure."
All that was left then,
Was making entry.
Then the rest as they say,
Would surely be history.

He heard the sound,
But had woken way before that.
That night he'd felt restless,
Sleeping lightly in the dark.
He got out of bed,
Grabbed his Panga,
And quietly walked to the door.
Where he saw,
The thief's hand reaching in,
To finally open the door.

Adrenaline kicked in,
Raise...aim ..strike!
It missed by an inch.
Creating sparks,
As it scratched the door hinge.
The thief got to keep his hand,
And quickly took off.
But the victim wouldnt have that,
For he'd had enough.
So out the door he went,
Swinging his Panga after him.
Snatching his hat and jacket,
Scratching his neck.
Missing it entirely,
Also by an inch.