Seven of Swords
A fox inside the chicken coop
Thievery and lies
An unseen foe may hide in wait
An enemy may rise.
Valuing integrity
And all that’s right and just.
Do I place my faith in what
Is worthy of my trust?
A monster underneath the bed
Or just shadows in the night?
The dieter creeps up to the fridge
To sneak just one more bite.
Borrowing from Peter
As Paul goes unpaid
A little creativity
Assures the deal is made.
The hand reaching in the cookie jar
And snatched back just in time.
It’s possible to be both
The victim and the crime.
