The House Settling at Night

By Saywisely

1 min read May 20, 2025
The day's heat leaves the wooden beams,
Fulfilling all its structural dreams.
A sudden groan, a gentle pop,
A language that will never stop.

It is the house's sleepy sigh,
As all the witching hours go by.
At first a fright, but now I know,
It is the sound of a safe home.

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