The Bandit (Revised)

Mary Naylor  confirmed
Out of the sapphire shadows he creeps,
and into the dead of night he seeps.
In his prison grays, hiding from the light
of day, they call him, 'Bandit.'

He never walks, he stalks.
As the sun sinks, he prepares to slink,
through your open window.
Better beware. He'll find you
and your brightest treasures, too.
There's no escape from Bandit.

Suddenly, he prances and dances;
he flounces and bounces;
he pounces into your heart, unannounced.
With flourish and flair,
he steals your love without a care
as only a bandit would dare!

Published by Mary Naylor confirmed

I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t...  View profile

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  • Justice Lives Not7/2/2008

    This is awesome. Great work as usual!

  • 3lilangels6/30/2008

    really cute!!!!!

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