Middle Of The Night

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.

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