The prowler entered wordlessly into our back yard. On padded feet he crept along, finding an open door. Like a thief in the dark of night. silent , unobserved. Up the stairs the intruder came, I was taken unawares. The prowler pushed the bedroom door open just a crack. He saw me snoring peacefully and plotted his attack. The prowler leapt upon my chest A little ball of fur. I'd wondered where our cat had been- You never know for sure.
Another reader recited a poem about a prowler but did not take his poem where I had anticipated. this is the poem as i would have written it.