Junior Poetry (9-12) Runner Up

Robber Bird by Lois Friel

Night is close, it’s always been
When only the moon can make things seen
Robbers hide within the shadows

Fast and swift as an archer’s arrow
These thieves will take what they please
And always put you out of ease

Nightmares creep inside the heads
Of children sleeping in their beds
Daylight still is nowhere near

For only darkness will live here
This time here is always quiet
Not a sound dares deny it

A hooded figure runs around
A house where evil can be found
He uses twigs to break the lock

Taking things as he walks
Then he leaves to go to a house
Where poor is all that it holds

He drops a bag full of gold
And leaves a note
Signs it ‘Sparrow’

Now he’s off like an arrow
And the sun comes behind the morning bell
For now, the town is good and well