The Thief

While I hide from the voices I hear,
For a moment, I tremble in fear.
And I dare not respond.
With my loot, I abscond.
Then, Mom screams, “Where’d my cookies go, dear?!?”

~ By Nessa Morris for #MMPoetry 2013

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