There is something sinister unread

I found a strange man sleeping in my bed
He had the static creepiness I dread
Still alive but seeming to be dead

is this a dream that dwells inside my head
I should have dreams  of Errol Flynn instead
Look where that damn garden path has led

Oh,God, the cat has come back to be fed
He eats frogs before they are quite dead
The Sermon on the Mount  is still unread

There was noone in my marriage bed
There is something sinister unread