.3. That Old Chestnut Poem by David Threadgold

Last night I heard something tapping
A draught on my back I was feeling
It came from my old bedroom window
With sashes in need of resealing

Fluttering curtains masked shadows
Arms reached out seeming to beckon
Asking for me to go closer
But I’m staying in bed though I reckon

Once again came the loud tapping
A draught let the curtains blow free
The moon showed my would be intruder
Was a branch on the old chestnut tree


© 2008 David Threadgold
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