Mystery Caller Poem by Margaret O Driscoll
Mystery Caller
Early every morning,
at the doorway a knocking sound
Too early for the postman,
so who on earth is around
Bleary-eyed I get up each time
to go to the door and see
No one is around at all,
things are as they should be
More urgent tapping next morning,
Exasperated I go and check
A great tit is by the hall window
furiously going, peck, peck, peck!
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8/25/2026 2:42:25 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Great poem mystery solved and meat for your pen. Very enjoyable thanks for sharing