A poem
The unheard foot step….
The silent dash….
The window slides without a crash.
The chair is skewed a little right.
The coffee table’s moved a might.
The Chi is different, not the same…
Shadows lurking out of frame…
A banjo plays a soft refrain…
Or was it just a passing train?
The air is crisp, the day is done…
Did I just hear accordion?…
I’d guess it was a passing car…
But I’d swear I heard a slide guitar…
Maracas or a shaking leaf?…
It’s just my knees, “whew” relief!
A Djembe pounding to a beat?
No that’s neighbors down the street,
Who come from West Virginia.
Sometimes they square dance late at night…
Or was it…
Feng Shui Ninjas?…
