All That's Left
In the corner,
Of a lonely room,
Sat a mouse,
In solemn gloom.
He ate three bites,
Of moldy cheese;
Scratched his ear,
He had some fleas.
Then the cobwebs quivered,
As a buzzing fly died;
The spider sauntered out,
There was no need to hide.
In this shell of a house,
No family to speak of...
Fluttered soft, a moth,
It's supper a glove.
Tidbits of life,
Left alone in the dark;
No one to remember,
But these creatures, stark.
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Poem-A-Day Challenge Volume 2 - September 2017 Challenge
PoetryOur first Challenge of 2017 is to get as many Pubbers as possible to write a Poem a Day for every day in 2017. This is our second volume of the Poem-A-Day challenge. If you are up to the challenge, lets u...
