© 1996 by Billy James Kirk
Late one night about half past two,
I heard footsteps enter my room.
Pulling the covers ’round me tight,
I closed my eyes half dead in fright.
A shadow hung above my face,
My chiming clock made my pulse race.
Ever so close the breathing came,
I shook in fear beneath its flame
Then toward my face a paw did swing,
My face, it turned three shades of green,
It stopped, then gave my nose a pat,
And I was staring at my cat.