Day 13    National Poetry Writing Month

Prompt -  Write a non-apology poem for the things you have stolen  Maybe it`s something as small as your sister`s brush or as big as a friends boyfriend.

Midnight Raid.

up in the dorm after midnight
all huddled together planning
as a raid is about to happen
up on the Golden Landing

giggles are heard in the distance
a rustle of packets and boxes
as this secret feast gets started
the raider are silent as foxes

decoys are quietly deployed
as feasters hide in their bathroom
so we raided all the goodies
laid our on the floor in the gloom

back in our dormatry once more
we chomped on our booty taken
prepared to leap into our beds
is matron was noisily awaken

(c) Lissie Bull 2020