Cat Burglar Poem by Keith Parsons

A semi-opaque translucence
Permits the shadows through
Save for my identity
Inside this cozy room

Who lurks beneath the oaken sill?
Where broken blades of proof
Struggle to regain their length
And weep for friends on boot

Meowing mask on tippy toes
A leering snarled curl
A hump back haberdasher
Of other's wares and pearls

A freefall-floating silhouette
A shadow on the prowl
Slides right through- an open slot
An inch above the ground

The yellow colored canine tusks
Are first to come to view
The costume that he's wearing
Hides well for who intrudes

A clamored drawer behind the door
Alerts the resident
A cold stark icy feeling
Stays frozen in the bed

The cat has come; the cat may go
Leave humble with our goods
Just leave me- my innocence
'Cause with this gun I would