Jack Cohen

The Window Man

Knock Knock Knock!
The man outside the window.

Please don't let him see me,
hiding under my pillow.

Every night
he knocks and stares.

He knows I'm there,
he knows I swear!

He has no eyes,
yet I feel his gaze.

Just staring and watching
till the suns first rays.

Knock Knock, Knock Knock
oh no, there's two!

A third at the door
what do I do?

They're all around
my house surround.

They're moving now,
why do they flock?

OH NO, I FORGOT
THE KITCHEN WINDOW WAS UNLOCKED!



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