Entertaining Angels
A young man rang the doorbell
three in the morning
Found him huddled there, shoeless, cold
putting out no warnings
Asked for a glass of water
a dry pair of socks
Hobbling pretty good
feet hurt from the rocks
Seemed pretty disoriented
not sure where he was
ATV was out of gas
not sure where it was
I asked if I could take him to
the Wavaho for gas
Naw, that’s where the police are
said he’d have to pass
He’d wandered ‘round my property
knew things in detail
Again, can I get you somewhere?
But to no avail
We got him to his shoes and coat
seemed to be a little better
Thanked me for the water
wouldn’t take a sweater
Told him he needed to take care
some folks might get upset
Said he knew, he was aware,
apologetic as he left
He just walked down the road
off into the night
Not sure what else to do
hope I did him right
Called the sheriff up
not to sound alarm
Just didn’t want the young man
to come to any harm
Suspect he lives out in the woods
but he’s not passed this way before
Entertaining angels unaware
huddled at my door
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