My midnight visit
Once I was roaming in the street,
I saw something unusual during my visit.
It was already late midnight,
Hard to see anything clear under the street light.
But a wooden door was still opened,
Might be waiting when the night deepens.
The door bell looked annoyed,
As it was the hours for him to be deployed.
The door stood rigid a few inches above the floor,
Looks unclear and scary from outside.
Then I approached closer to knock,
To resolve this situation of deadlock.
The door smiled in state of denial,
Wait, please wait till a special arrival.
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