Thief

Thief of the night
Quiet, still, unnoticed
Sneaking up without being seen
Comforting, smooth, calm
Faking concern all the while

He takes his time
Never rushes
He’s the one
We shouldn’t trust
Yet she believes
Unsuspecting to us all
His stories are straight
Believable, human, just the right touch

Laughing, joking quite at ease
He bides his time
Sizing up his prey
Sitting, ready for the kill
He’s done this before
He’s developed his skill

He takes his victim
Without her knowing
Not knowing she’s been caught
She realises the game

Feeling foolish she sits alone
How did he do it
She watched for the clues
But there were none
That’s what makes him
The dangerous one
What was the cost
What did he take
Simple enough her self respect.