tap, tap, tapping on
my windowsill
like a stranger,
blind, looking for light
in the darkness, in
the autumn chill
and I wonder what it
is they seek
perhaps to put me in
a fright
or is it just a wish
for warmth, safety,
I am suspicious of
this noise
and the fingers that
tapped it out
soon enough it stops
and I see the full moon
a limb stretches
down by my window,
scratching and
tapping, stretching, tapping
I can rest easy now
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