once a petty thief

now an invisible pest

causing indirect mischief

all because she's not at rest

she recons her reckoning came last Halloween

choking on sweets

clearing her throat in vain

her panic became calmer

this can't be karma?

will she burn for filling her hungry belly?

on the occasion she'd earned fairly & squarely

she's afraid of the light she can always see

will one be bright and as pleasant as sunlight

the other an over the top furnace ready to smite

running from the bright scenery

she causes messy calamity