slinks below the radiator, gathers
its strength among dog hair and mites;
when torment steals through the windowpane,
neither expelled nor bested but simply
retires for a spate of R & R — the house
groans on its foundation, the seams untuck
and the walls, thick as they are, become
the green of some other sunset.
Image: George Hiles on Unsplash
I really NEED for torment to take a break right now…
LOL, Ron. So do I. So do I.