Knock Knock

When of a night upon a lost cabin you stumble, tired and soul weary your stomach a grumble

To lay your head after a meal till fast broken, though from the elements its cover a token

Cold comfort though found with a promise of rest, the sounds of the night of your peace make jest

Heed the words of old wisdom to hold deep, though they may not fast you to sleep

Twixt the hours of three and four of the clock, don’t answer when woken to the sound of of knock knock