**_An homage to Walter de La Mere’s ‘The Listeners’_**

“Is there anybody there?” heard the Listeners,

ears pressed to the moonlit door.

As the Traveller’s feet shifted forward,

on the forest’s ferny floor.

And the Listeners remembered when they too,

felt the mossy Earth beneath their toes,

Where they once travelled, sought out help,

in this still, lonely house of woes.

And the Traveller ...