Mischief-a Poem

Forks in the grass
Streamers on the house
Toilet paper hanging
From gates and trees.
Quiet as Ninjas
Dark, early in the morning,
Running down the street,
Don’t giggle or talk!
The window is open,
The dog is loud,
The light is on,
We can’t get caught!
Giggling, smiling,
Boy this is fun! 

-Original Poem by Silent Storm