Vagabond

Running across silver concrete

The starry twilight is a canvas

Stealing is a hobby for the fearless

With no fixed home or career

She takes what she can before departing

Acquiring large diamonds and selling them

So she can continue traveling across the land of America

A dozen warrants are out for her arrest

In over fifteen states and counties

The police sirens are a familiar noise

As she dives out of sight from the red and blue lights

Her face is covered with a green bandana

But she gets a thrill from every chase

As she darts into another empty alleyway.