A little sprite lives
in my room, though
I know I’ll never see him.
He hides morning and
night and plays the thief.
In the morning all bodes
well, but by evening
I find he’s stolen
one sock from a pair,
my ring with the big
plastic ruby, my phone
charger, and the laces
of my favorite shoes.
I think he lives under
my bed, or else the closet.
All this to say, what will
I do when my homework
goes missing too?
