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Who could live inside this house?
Perhaps it’s meant, for a wee mouse
No, even he would be too big
To sit upon the tiny twig
That leads up to the open door
My finger fits, but nothing more
I can’t imagine what could be
Inside this house, upon this tree
I could knock, then wait a few
I guess it’s something I could do
Knock, knock, knock, there’s no reply
Giving up, I heave a sigh
Maybe it’s just here for show
And there really is no one to know
Author’s note: My husband found this little ornament hanging on a tree in one of my favorite places, Laurelwood Arboretum. Someone had a sense of humor!
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 