The Door

The Wednesday Challenge: The Door

I did hear a tapping,
a gentle rapping
from the old back door.
I forsook my book
to take a look,
at the old back door.
A face I saw peering
just looking, not leering
at the old back door.

white browed scrubwren02_binna burra_door_named_june 2014

I said “Hello there,”
they looked back with a stare,
from the old back door.
“Would you like a snack?”
they just looked back,
from the old back door.
“Perhaps a little lunch”
it was just a hunch,
at the old back door.

white browed scrubwren01_binna burra_door_named_june 2014

I turned to find seed,
is that what they need
at the old back door.
When I returned
my snack they spurned,
at the old back door.
They had flown away,
but shall return one day,
to the old back door.

18 thoughts on “The Door

  1. I am impressed Brian. You are a photographer and a poet. Anyone with a phone can be a photographer but to write a poem … particularly one that I can read all the way to the end 😉 … that’s talent!

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