Mustache

The  cats whiskers looked like a mustache
In the twinkle of the moonlight
Creeping like a bandit
Cutlery squashed immediately
An ultimatum;
Everyone awake to catch the bandit
Tearing the curtains in fear it held itself close in attic;
Above the kitchen cellar

People had sticks;
All in my house;
It looked like the bandit was on the cellar
Must be a thief, cried my brother;
I will handle him said my sister, bring a ladder;
Suddenly, Swooooosh;
The cat climbed down the ladder;
And escaped out of the Window!!

Hearty laugh!! It was a cat bandit!!

The Locket

The Heart Shaped Locket;
Held Close;
Held the picture of  parents
The lost girl's 
Only asset
In sorrow it was her asset;
In happiness, it was her asset;
Always her asset;
In a scourging bare land
With no one to rescue
She lay dead with embracing locket;

When she reached the heavens;
Her parents welcomed her
She realized it was why she had no save;
But her parents were ultimately there for her.