Space Bandit comes like a thief in the night.

I followed his footprints across the night sky.

He'd left deep impressions of his boots on the moon

And was cutting wide swatches 

Across the Milky Way,

Tracking his moondust everywhere.

I was worried that he'd made a mess,

But the night covered it,

And by morning I saw,

There was no trace of anything ruined,

Only a priceless journey taken

And a cosmic Ming vase.

-jenn