Tuesday, February 7, 2012

There is something



There is a ring


The boy said"


I heard footsteps


Moving outside


That is must be a thief"


The mother got up


She looked and said"


You must have a dream


Try not to move and sleep"


The boy covered his head


The footsteps were still heard


The boy said and whispered


"mama, mama"


But her mother had slept


His heart filled with fear


He decided to know


Who was there ?and chased


The fear into his heart


He left the cover


Moving under a dark cover


He moved on his toes


He opened the door slowly


He put his out nearly


The edge of the room's door


He found no one there


He kept himself silent


His lowered a head


The shadow was moved


He thought he might a ghost


His eyes were closed


His heart was pumped


The fear was not controlled


The silent covered everywhere


He encouraged himself again


His eyes were opened completely


He saw a man moved


He thought in hurry


How he could stop that guy


How he could his mother waked


To get that thief dismiss


The boy waited still he was in a room


The boy put some dolls


He put them at the front


The television and lights were on


The television sound was higher


The lights were most shines


That bothered the neighbors


They knocked the door


And calling the police


He comes at once


The mother got up


Searched about the son


The thief disappointed


He decided to revenge


He caught a knife


Followed the mother's voice


He put the knife over her neck


The boy came slowly


He heard him clearly


Saying "Give me what I want"


And get me out "


The boy with hurry


Moving towards that clod


Carrying a wood rod


Hurting him without wait


The thief could not believe


He tried to hurt him


Her mother defended her son


She bit his hand


Till the knife was fallen


The police was in


The thief was arrested


He became very anger


From this younger


Who is brave


He didn't fear


Of dark or even draw


As he knew


The life as a brave


Equals the life at all


And the life with fear


Equals the death at all


























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