Horse thief

Horse thief

 

In the dead of night, when the house is at rest,

When it is dark no light, this time is best,

 

For creeping out, to meet a friend,

To whisper, not shout, to no good end,

 

Down the drain, for the door is closed,

With ease not pain, waiting friends are posed,

 

Ropes from wash lines, within each hand,

Faces shined, this night was grand,

 

Through the streets, across some field,

In hopes to meet, a horse, to yield,

 

A jockey’s dream, to ride some winner,

Over ditch and stream, underneath this sinner,

 

And sparks will fly, through city streets,

Chased speedily by, the sirens screeched,

 

While mothers rest, all kids in bed,

Dreaming their best, a cool calm head,

 

In distant places, the loudest bang,

Police man’s faces, a doorbell rang,

 

In handcuffs stood, who should be in bed?

One of her brood, no pillow, under his head,

 

Stealing horses, in dead of night,

The street as courses, were his delight,

 

He took a bend, but fell to ground,

He can’t defend, what we have found,

 

To court this day, his charge of theft,

Jail no delay, the horse’s owner, these bruises left.

 

In the dead of night, this time is best,

When it is dark no light, stay home and rest.