The RoomA Poem by Kelley QuinnKettle boiling boiling hot hot hot. Suddenly - a noise Who’s there? knock knock knock. “No one’s here” says no one, bustling about. The chicken is ready, the children are not. One dog, one cat, one body does rot. Another noise - but why? Knock knock knock The kettle, boiling, begins its slow whistle - hot hot hot A scream like murder scrapes through the air and Off the table goes the pot. A shatter of glass, a barking so shrill, meowing, meowing, the night is not still. More urgent now, at the door - knock knock knock “No one’s here!” Says no one. While waiting to rot, hits the floor again - knock knock knock. © 2017 Kelley Quinn |
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Added on February 1, 2017 Last Updated on March 1, 2017 Author
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