An eerie silence filled the house
the wind tugged at the sills
She clenched the buttons on her blouse
to ward off evening's chills
It howled and whistled, pressing hard
the door began to jingle
Mother Nature's calling card
made her spine begin to tingle
He never moved, not ne’er an inch
his form was made of stone
She gave his skin a gentle pinch
feeling more and more alone
The kettle called, whistled a tune
dinner wafted through the air
The clouds made faces at the moon
as she tucked away her hair
The dog lay quiet, by the fire
soaking up the heat
The storms fury, roaring higher
as he dreams, kicking his feet
The embers pop and crackle
there are footsteps at the door
She hears a frightful cackle
as her man, begins to snore
Her heart is racing, like a train
she hides, beneath the covers
A warm sensation fills her brain
distant thoughts, of long lost lovers
Crazy are the antics
of the lonely and forgotten
May be pure semantics
but the apples core, is rotten
Time for help and seriousness
have long since, left the building
Much like talk of Elvis
the power of proof, is in the pudding
Enough of foolish rhyme
it is time to go to sleep
Thank you for your time
now go away- I’m counting sheep
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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