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?