Early One Morning
I walked the floor at a quarter ‘til 4
With something on my mind
When someone knocking at my door
Caught me by surprise
He knocked again looking slim
And I thought he was trouble
Why else would a good soul be
So late at my eye bubble
The door creaked as it opened
With a smile on his face
When he said, excuse me sir
I’m sorry to knock so late
The house there came alive
With others peeping out
From curtains and venetian blinds
All about the house
The commotion soon ended
After he made his call
And the visitor thanked them for their help
With gratitude for them all
They all went back to bed
And finished with their dreams
And I forgot why I awoke
So early from my sleep
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: April 27th, 2018 09:45
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Comments2
Neato
Thanks Theta!
A fine write wc.
Thanks for your support, orchidee!
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