(poem) Hello?

Hello?

I heard Something whistle;
Not someone -- some Thing.
Startled, I spun but saw
Nothing.
Deep in my sleep, I felt
Touching and breathing,
Next to my face some Thing
Resting.
Walking to work in the sun
I felt foolish, emboldened,
But close on my steps I heard
Laughing.
Now day's work is ending and I
Must be going. I look toward the
Door and it's
Gaping.