Thieves of the NightA Poem by Briana O'ConnorAn attempt at a kids poem/nursery rhyme.Pixies hide amongst the mist, For none shall know that they exist. They patiently wait till all is still. Then they frolic towards the hill, Burrowing to their underground mill. A place where their kind can dance quite freely, And plan adventures quite mischievously. Above the underground they tread at night, Always prepared for a sudden flight. When all is clear they steal gleaming treasures, Loading their carriage in tremendous measures. They trollop through the night and then flee away, Not to be seen in the light of day. Safe in their haven they pile their score, Plotting the next day to thieve more and more.
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18 Reviews Added on September 19, 2014 Last Updated on May 18, 2015 AuthorBriana O'Connorindianapolis, INAboutTrying to come back to writing! Curious to see who all is still here and what new adventures their are to join! Creativity is my outlet, and I love learning and growing. Do not hesitate to be honest .. more..Writing
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