The ninja of the night...

As the cold night fell and the chilly air began to blow
A lone figure jumped through sky as if he was making a show
Leaping from one building to another as easily as a monkey in a tree
Until he made his stop atop a tall building where no one could see
Slowly he crept inside quiet as not to disturb a fly
Until he saw it, the katana stood up high
Slowly he reached as the katana was at a great height...
No one saw, or even heard the ninja of the night....

Thank you, thank you...

It was kind of juvinelle, but it does leave room for wonder. Kudo to you Ninja Blade, and I hope your path to poetry is a long and prosperous one.