Swift in the trees,
More silent than a mouse,
Weapon in hand,
That glares in the light,
We approach the target.
Not sparing an emotion,
We jump from the trees,
We hide behind them,
Raise our weapon,
Then take their life.
Not looking back,
We return to the trees,
Run back home,
To report our kill,
This is the ninja's way.
A/N: ok, random little poem. I was bored and so I wrote this a moment ago. Well, I hope you liked it.