Seems like no ones ever home.
Seems like the place is haunted.
An old cat sits behind the blinds
as if it’s keeping watch.
The garden’s overgrown
with weeds.
Once I saw a face appear
in one of the cellar windows.
But on that day I had had a few
and it might have been the booze.
So anyway I wrote this down
in case, some day, I meet my muse.