on pitter pat paws
they crept in like
the proverbial fog
so soft and sweet
you never heard
the tread of feet
or snick and click
of lock and pick
as if a trick
this crew of one
or maybe two
will burgle you
so surreptitiously
that were it your heart
they stole
until deed
long past done
you never knew
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