The Cali Garmo

The air was calm,
The lights were dim,
And all the children sat within.

A figure moved,
Out in the street,
The children never made a peep.

Something flew in,
From the figure out,
The children there, gathered about.

It made a tick,
A red light flashed,
The figure ran, but BOOM,
                It was too late,
                                And the world came tumbling down.