Ghost

The ghost Someone knocked on my bedroom door I switched the bedside lamp and with rolled Up TLS opened the door. Peering into the darkness of the living room I thought I saw a shadowy figure On approaching it disappeared Checked the entrance door all was locked And put the paper on the table after all it was Only good to swatting flies. Well, it was not a thief they do not knock Before entering, I went back to bed again. Before going back to sleep, I thought it was Not an assassin, perhaps a phantom who Had nowhere to go and had knocked on the door In the hope of finding someone to talk with to pass the time.