The house is quiet tonight.
I sit on my bed making bracelets,
picking and choosing each bead with care.
Soon, I will take a break to feed the animals
and enjoy the dusk as the sun's setting darkens my world.

The house is quiet tonight.
Stories sweep through my head,
fanciful bits and pieces of what may be.
Soon, I will continue where I left off
and abandon beads for words.

The house is quiet tonight.
I enjoy the silence, the ticking of clocks,
the meow of a cat trapped in the greenhouse by her own mistake.
Soon, I will free her and give her some food
and she will fall asleep on my bed.

The house is quiet tonight.
Everyone's gone to various errands and obligations,
but I'm not particularly lonely.
Soon, they will return
and the house won't be quiet anymore.


copyright 2003 Jennifer St. Clair

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