May Day

You heard the screen door open?
You heard the hinges squeak?
You heard the doorknob rattle--
Before you got a peek?

You heard the porch boards creaking
Beneath some hurrying feet?
You saw a little shadow
Go flitting down the street?

And then you found a basket
With flowers inside, you say?
To think you had forgotten
It was the first of May!

By Aileen Fisher