Breaking Curfew

The clock skitters on and restlessly paces to

twelve.

Through the window a shard of moonlight

delves.

Mom and dad slowly watch the door unclose.

On their faces lays a fractured, frantic

repose.

A bunch of boots scuttles through the dark.

Away from the moon's scrying arc.

The air sizzles with anger into the rustic

breeze.

At last they breath away their worries in

ease.

T'was nothing but the summer winds,

teasing at the window blinds.

The child jumped through the window frame.

In order to dodge the rules and blame.

Dinner had turned colder than ice,

And the candles had already burnt out twice.

So swiftly it drips on the wood groped table.

Soon too soon the son stumbles over a cable.

Waking the town out of her sleep entangled bed.

Mom and dad leaped up the stairs rooted in dread.

To catch a glimpse,a glance,a peak at the nightly invader.

Dead still he stood this tresing crusader.

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