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This poem is from the American writer Miriam Bird Greenberg, and is about a call for help on a dark night. One might say it's a tiny, condensed version of a Nightdog story.
Long ago I heard footsteps
Long ago I heard footsteps
come to the door, and a man
knocking. We’ve had an accident
up on the road, can you help
he pled at the unanswered door,
and kept knocking.
He might have been a thief
but soon enough a woman’s howl
lit up the night, and I put a knife
in my belt. Around dawn
I figured their fortunes
might be worth change.
~ Miriam Bird Greenberg
From Poetry, November 2010
Online source here.
Long ago I heard footsteps
Long ago I heard footsteps
come to the door, and a man
knocking. We’ve had an accident
up on the road, can you help
he pled at the unanswered door,
and kept knocking.
He might have been a thief
but soon enough a woman’s howl
lit up the night, and I put a knife
in my belt. Around dawn
I figured their fortunes
might be worth change.
~ Miriam Bird Greenberg
From Poetry, November 2010
Online source here.
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