The thief creeps through the browning leaves,
not aware of the trail he leaves.
He slinks over to claim his prize,
when something else averts his eyes.
A light so big, so fat, so tall.
Something that is not small at all,
something that creeps up on the wall.
The night is over here comes dawn.
He slinks off with a great big yawn.
--Abigail W., 3rd-5th Grade