Write two haiku about: stealth.
I dropped Max off at daycare at 9:20 this morning, with minimal fuss. Normally Kat picks him up but she was feeling tired this afternoon, so I went to get him at 4:30, since he's been wanting to be picked up later the last couple of times.
Still wasn't ready to come home.
What are they putting in the water over there?
Oh, yearlong prompt, second visit. Let's say Thursday. Cool?
Sneaking, creeping, a
little boy approaches the
sacred cookie jar
* * *
He works by moonlight,
leaving no trail to follow:
The Night Janitor