The Moonlit Robbery

On a moonlit night so clear and bright,

A thief crept out to steal in the night.

He moved in shadows with cat-like grace,

Silent as the breeze that touched his face.

The world was still, asleep and calm,

And he moved with ease, like a soothing balm.

But in his heart, a fear did grow

Of the alert hands ready to blow.

His eyes darted left and right,

Watching for any sign of a fight.

But no one stirred, the world was his,

And he moved with confidence, in moonlight's bliss.

With a deft hand and a silent touch,

He vanished with all he wanted.

The night was his, and he ruled it well,

The moon, a head light, to perfect his nocturnal skill.

The moonlight faded, the world awoke,

And the thief was gone, like a puff of smoke.

But the houses he once robbed

In all the moonlit nights stood grieved.