Caught in the Act

Creeping slowly through the darkness,
A black spider in the dark of night,
Sneaking silently throught the low grass
Towards the looming place in fright.

Picking through his strange tools,
A spy breaking into the presidential suite,
Pulling and prodding the closed window,
He opens and crawls through with silent feet.

The boy looks in the room and sees dad,
The police waiting next to the bed.
Caught in a bind and wanted for escape.
Ashamed, the boy hangs his head.

Punishment given rightly through grief,
A judge instilling justice through fright.
But the boy never seems to learn,
He tried the same the last two nights!

Brian Baker, 1998

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