Early Memory

I awoke in an unfamiliar bed.

Crept down creaking stairs unheard.

Then sat in the livingroom.

The birds were up, but all else quiet.

 

Only myself  the dust notes moved.

I recall brass plates on the walls,

A stuffed bird that looked stern,

A formidable TV with bulbous screen.

 

I just sat, and enjoyed the silence.

 

© Tom Tide 2016

 

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