April 7, 2008
By Samuel Tew, Tallahassee, FL

He came in an instant
Flew past like a bullet
I didn’t know what to do

I grabbed my bag, holding it tight
The robber was coming for me
Then out of the window came…my hero

It was a big, black thing, squished that robber right there
I couldn’t believe my eyes
It was big and it was black but…my hero?

I thanked it much, didn’t know if it could understand
It had saved my life, I was grateful for that
But then it flew away

Where did it go? I never saw it again
Up in the skies, high up above
To help another needy soul?

And that’s the end of my tale.

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