Amelia's Poem

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ticking of the clock

The turning of the lock

The bubbling of the tank

The slamming of the door

The turning of the page

The swishing of the tree

The whistling of the birds

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn't leave his name

He left us only silence

Life will never be the same.