IN THE DARK NIGHT

IN THE DARK NIGHT

Walter De  la mare

Someone  came knocking

At my we, small door ;

Someone came knocking ‘

I’m sure – sure  -sure

I listened, I opened ;

I looked to left  and right

But  bought there was a – stirring ,

 In the still all, dark night ;

Only the  busy  beetle ;

Tap- tapping in the wall

Only from the  forest ‘

The screech –owl’s call’

Only the cricket whistling

While the dewdrops  fall’

So I know  not who came knocking ‘

At  all ‘ at all. ‘at all.