The Thrill Is Gone

Hushed whispers rise with the moon, Tiny footsteps cross the cold linoleum, I saw it all in the morning room, I saw the figures. Tiny voices echoing like squeaks, Stealing crumbs from the breakfast table, Height of barely my thumb, I heard tiny creatures. Once upon a time they dwelt, In this house as well, But after seeing them so often, The thrill had gone. Suddenly they disappeared, The tiny Borrowers as they are called, Leaving a space so big in my heart, They all had gone. My heart fluttered, Losing the only interest, In those last days, My life had almost gone. I was awoken with a crash, So was someone else, I quickly rushed to hide their mistake, I had just got up to drink water. Thankfully they were well hidden, When my mother went to bed, Eyes now shining with understanding, Their thrill had gone. I saw again their mischiefs, Even a part of few, Life slowly returning, Happiness had come. 06/16/2020 Submitted to: Pick-A-Title,Vol 19-4 Sapphic Stanzas Poetry Contest Title Chosen: The Thrill is Gone Sponsor: Edward Ibeh