Holiday

The family's away.
Hooray] We can play!
Each spider and flea
Feels suddenly free
And becomes acrobatic.
Mice swing from the attic.
Importunate beds
Laugh and stand on their heads.
Yelling pans will beat time,
Slamming doors, clocks that chime
Adding rhythm. In pairs
Waltz Chippendale chairs,
Abandoned, unchecked.
Yet they never suspect

Dorothy Pope