By Mark Yoshimi
Date: 7 May 1998

Knocking

There is a certain sound.
It is the gentle sound of something scratching at your door.
Gently it wrasps.
Could it be the cat?
Could it be someone?
Or is it just the wind.
You, however, choose to pretend that you hear nothing
and then go upon your duties.
The scraches turn to knocks
and then sound dies down to silence.

- M. Yoshimi