In the school

by Fifi   Feb 12, 2007


In the quiet of the classroom,
The clock still ticked;
Like it’s a weapon –
Never been nicked.

In the stillness of the Kitchen,
The fridge hums on;
The oven is cold –
The cooks have gone.

In the darkness of the playground,
The moon shines bright;
One owl hooting,
In the cold, dark night.

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