Because Sprite's Keeper is a natural poet, she occasionally thinks we should all show our natural "talent". I have none. So I subject you to this:
The hum of the refrigerator,
Cat footfall on the stairs,
The water heater grumbles from below.
The rustle of a sheet,
The sigh of a little boy turning over,
An owl hoots outside the window.
The neighbor’s car door slams,
A squirrel scampers on the roof,
The house settles with a creak.
The bathroom lights snaps off,
Slippers shuffling on carpet,
A voice says, “Come to bed.”
It's the best I've got for poetry these days. I used to have creativity stored somewhere that I could pull it out for entertainment purposes. Lately, all my creative energy has been channeled into making lunches that my kid might eat at school. A complete waste, I know, but most art is wasted on its audience, right?