Listening to
The dryer
Its a memory
Of a very regular
Day with you

I don’t remember
What was in the load
But I remember
We played
Board games
To pass the time

The bats squeak
We seldom see them
They are not the
Vampires they’re
Made out to be

Vampires live
Amongst us
Not hidden
In houses

When the
After the bats
Dry clothes

More plays

© Niliema Karkhanis

For Your Daily Word prompt ‘percuss’

Authour’s note: a poem for day 11 of glopowrimo, a month of poetry 2021.

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

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