The Noise
I was studying in the library where
the solitude almost lulled me to sleep,
when out of the blue heard
a quaint noise that startled me,
Curious I got up from my seat
and started looking around,
replaying the noise I had heard
of the ping, poing metal sound,
Something had fallen or dropped
off a table or shelf,
something that sounded metallic
and nothing else…
I knew it would be in the
vicinity of my table close by,
because the noise was earth shattering,
considering the atmosphere morgue like and shy,
Thats when I stopped and looked down at the floor
and spied an object glistening very small,
next to the the librarians feet whose hair was in a untidy bun,
was her lone bobby pin that shone from the window paned sun.
3-5-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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