A House With No Door

 
I see a house in the busy street
A house with no door
Its a structure erected majestically
But the walls are full of holes.
The rabbits hop around
Afraid to wander near
The voices that surround
Panicky and full of fear.
The foxes peep from behind the bushes
Aiming to find a way in
Their nostrils, in hopes, flare greedily
Licking the smells from the kitchen.
The sparrow on the nearby tree
Wails in deep lament
At the lifeless body of her lover
Under the living room fan.
The dark alley of the house across
Hides a trickster monkey
Brushing his hairy hide
An evil grin on his face
Plotting to steal so much more
Underneath the mask of affection.
The walls can't make them stop
It's the holes they're aiming for
It's the house in the busy street
A house... with no door.

(June 1, 2009)