The Little Runaway

The night was young, and dark, and still The little boy crouched down behind the hill Car lights surfaced headed his way He stayed hidden till they went away. He had been walking for quite a while He was tired and hungry - still just a child Only eight years old, a wee little guy He was scared and lonely, and began to cry. He felt sorry about arguing with his mom He wanted more than anything To be resting in her arms His emotions took over as he sat down in the road It felt warm to his body, it felt warm to his soul. He didn't notice the police car As it came around the curve The lights shone in his face Then it began to swerve The cop ran over, and grabbed him in his arms He was so thankful He hadn't caused him any harm! He kneeled down on the pavement Giving thanks he came this way Or it may have been too late For the little runaway!