It was the middle of the night – enough to give anyone a fright
Who was out there? Nobody knew. All that could be seen were footprints
in the grass. Was it a burglar? Was it a vampire who had lost his way?
Was it a tramp looking for somewhere to sleep? Or was it someone
who needed a place to weep? Maybe we were never going to find out
But getting back inside, I heard someone shout, ‘Let me in?’
It turned out to be my brother. He had forgotten his key. But how
was I to know that he was the one trying to get inside? And there was me
thinking it was someone looking for a place to hide.
Poems By ken makepeace 