in the quiet


Lights flicker as the
power fades in
and out
and the fire flickers
listening to the sound of quiet
and the bent ears of
small mice
looking out from their holes
and wondering
if the cheese on the table
would fall
tumbling to the ground
to feed their hungry children
who
lacking cheese consume
insulation
and wall board
until bloated
and full
they cease and sleep.
The last sound
the last noise
the last flickering lights
fading away.
To leave a silence filled with nothing.

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