Thief
What makes one?
What qualifies one as such?
Can it be a good thing?
Or is it a deadly sin?
The sight of things,
The feel of them,
The needy lust,
The once in a life chance.
I see something i want,
Something I may need,
Or may simply want,
I go to investigate.
Learned lessons become active.
I'll get caught,
It's a sin,
You should know better.
I look at my target,
It's within arms reach,
So close to my paw,
I pick it up to hold.
I take a close look,
I want it,
I need it,
The greed.
I look around for anyone,
I glance back at my paw,
The object back in it's place,
My taineted soul with one less stain