A confession (of sorts)

I will pretend
This moment was not stolen
That I am not an opportunist
A time thief
A petty burglar of pretty scenes
Seen in passing
And taken as if my own
But if I must confess
Then let me say this in my defence
I steal them not for myself alone
But to share
I am a Robin Hood of pretty scenes
And if you happen to see one prettier
Never mind
I shall have another tomorrow