which I´d locked with good reason, to keep strangers out.
the wind blew right in with a furious gust.
the dogs didn´t bark, then I knew it was him.
for long it had been I last entertained guests.
till in the small hours I nodded to sleep.
the memory of tales to confirm he´d been there.
while outside the northwind was whistling a tune.
I somehow feel sure I shall see him again.