Who's There?

Knock, Knock. Who's there?

That's how it always goes.

Never, "Is anyone there?"

They just assume it's there.

They just assume it's human.

Not this time––Oh, no.

This time, you open the door

To find scratch marks on your door post,

And each strand of thread lying in a pile

Beside the bare welcome mat.

This time, you open the door

To find claw marks going only one way––

Towards you.

This time, you open the door

To find lampposts snapped

And trees uprooted

This time, you open the door

To find that it really did have

Room in its mouth for your whole head.