On a moonlit night,
I was sleeping tight
when he came
without a name
knocking impolitely
and so loud
that I jumped off
turning the off
lights on searching
wildly for my glasses
among the masses
of things piled in my table.

I opened the door
and saw the moor
bare and empty
except for a packet
left on doorstep
giving a help
to a poor man
like me so I lifted
it and...