In

Did you hear the rustling late last night,
That almost-burglar creaking on the stairs?
I thought mid-dream the footsteps fell in pairs,
And I hallucinated a bright light
Which just as quickly muffled out of sight.
Say, did you hear it? Recollection scares,
And I am sure as anybody dares
To be in this dull age, that I was right
And there was something or somebody there.
Why don't you answer? Wait a minute now,
Now that I've ceased my monologuic drone,
I think it only right, and only fair
To ask where you came from, and also how;
I recollect I used to live alone.