Brick Building

An old Brick House

With Shattered Windows

And Tattered Curtains

Broken Locks

and Dusty Dishes

overlooks my yard.

The Wind Howls

Through its Empty Eyes

And Speaks through its Teeth

Rattling Cupboards

In a Raspy Snarl 

of Shaking Cupboards

Rain Drips

Through Loose Shingles

Blown away in a Winter Storm

Birds nest in the Gustters

And Squirrels in the Rooms

Weeds sprout in the Floorboards

And all is Silent