The Prowlers

I spied him in the garden His mask was black and white. Sometimes the gray was with him And that often was at night. They prowled around the maple tree Then slipped into the shed. If I ventured out to look for them They quickly will have fled. I believe they are my neighbors Of that I can't be sure. I've often tried to meet them Using tuna as a lure. I stand behind the tilted blinds Then peer between the slats. I find it quite amusing To watch a pair of cats.