I know some lonely Houses off the Road

How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,

With just a Clock —

But they could gag the Tick —

And Mice won't bark —

And so the Walls — don't tell —

None — will —

A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir —

An Almanac's aware —

Was it the Mat — winked,

Or a Nervous Star?

The Moon — slides down the stair,

To see who's there!

There's plunder — where —

Tankard, or Spoon —

Earring — or Stone —

A Watch — Some Ancient Brooch

To match the Grandmama —

Staid sleeping — there —

Day — rattles — too

Stealth's — slow —

The Sun has got as far

As the third Sycamore —

Screams Chanticleer

"Who's there"?

And Echoes — Trains away,

Sneer — "Where"!

While the old Couple, just astir,

Fancy the Sunrise — left the door ajar!