House Part Eight

The group stood silently on the spot

where they had first viewed the dwelling.

Nothing there but rubble left to rot

all felt hurt their limbs still swelling.

As they mourned their lost mate

thankful it wasn’t also their fate.

Loud rumbling sounds could be heard

as the remainder of the house disappeared.

The only noise was that squawking bird

each one was truly filled with fear.

Another bang the ground opened wide

in a split second the group vanished inside.

Now all seemed quiet trees and plants grew

no sign of the house was it the end nobody knew.

The Foureyed Poet.

Published in: on 20/11/2007 at 11:38  Comments (1)  

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  1. Reblogged this on The Foureyed Poet and commented:

    House! 8/8 The Foureyed Poet.


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