The Night No One Came To Supper

The chairs were empty and spare, The room dark and the table bare, The night no one came to supper. When no one came home to supper: Empty rooms had space to spare, And wind blew over the table so bare. Cross creepy hall and counter bare, Ran a mouse looking for his supper, But not even a crumb he found spare! Left at the spare, bare, ghostly supper.

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Serenity Nightingale

Date: 2/4/2019 9:00:00 PM

Poor mouse living in that empty house with no one there to steal crumbs from. Whenever you use the word bare the dining room appears more abandoned in my mind it's freaky.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/21/2019 4:40:00 AM

I saw this one advertised on the side, and I had to jump over to read it. The title intrigued me, and still does, but the poem fascinates me. Where it came from, in the creases of your imagination is anyone's guess. I like this in spades!