The Girl that Finally got Caught

She'd be doing homework,
In the wolf room 'till four,
Or so she said.

She and her friends strolled casually down to the bakery,
Down the road, so slow, to study,
Or so she said.

They had gone there, to find us, sitting on a carved bench,
Waiting for exactly four,
Or so we said.

A 'gasp' we heard, and embarrassed looks suddenly crossed her face,
Guilt, sorrow, innocence,
So we saw.

The sound of her voice was soft like the white linen that draped my mothers back.
She told us that she'd been talked into it,
So we heard.

Standing there, glowing with sorrow,
It was her, the girl who finally got caught.