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Mar 2012
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.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   --- and victoria
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