One Persons Perspective Poem by You... don't... want me...

As I stand here in the morning mist
My hair damp with snow
I’m only here to see you
As I have no-where else to go

I wonder, will you ever notice me
My heart is beating fast
As I crouch beneath your window,
My bum getting went from the grass

Will you ever hear me, for
It my life it seems
That nobody has heard me
Since I was a clumsy teen

I paid the price then for my ignorance
But I have improved my skills since then
In truth I’ll probably steal your best
And then you’ll never see me again

I guess I’d best get on with things
I’m a bit cold and nervous in this fog
And as I burglar, I am truly grateful
That you don’t own a big dog

Written by Belinda L and Janay L