Checking all the exits, five if you
include the window (they are, after
all, doors not on the floor)
and smiling that smallest of knowing
grins, where my reconnaissance has
been worth it.

This place is caseable for sure, all
that treasure and not once have
they felt the need to protect a
thing, open season with all fences
torn asunder, the trust value
skyhigh.

This is a one man job, essentially,
no sidekicks needed to pull the
scam, just little old me and a
bucket load of confidence. I
grabbed it before I started,
filled to the oblivious brim.

Pouncing on the timeline I know
when to hit the situation, all I
gotta be is patient, just waiting
for that iron hot strike where
I explode onto the scene
and steal all those beating hearts.

For now, I sleep and sit, as still
as the statues I see in the square,
dotted around towns as memorials
to dead problems, not my care to be
honest, aside from the birds that
paint them. I can wait.