Alone in the house

Alone in the house when dog sleeps,
cats drift unseen, unheard,
the breeze in the trees,
the ticking of the clock, too loud,
the lane is too far,
the world, this tiny world too still.

Beyond the wind-stirred grass stalks,
the hedgerow sings,
distant as the far shore of a rustling sea,
yet closer than the voice I long to hear.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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