Author Witter Bynner I keep my closet neat now, The skeleton well covered. But when you even walk by the locked door, The breezes of your look Stir what hangs inside ā And I wonder what you are hearing When those knee-bones knock together. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments