empty and abandoned,
the house sits alone
quietly pondering
the flowers that grow
in the cracked floorboards

rickety and tired,
the house sits alone
swaying with the wind
that rocks the
nearby dogwood

moldy and stale,
the house sits alone
admiring the beauty
of the sound of the rain

abandoned and empty,
the house sits alone
quietly pondering
if there were ever to be
any more visitors at all.