How did she get in?
She comes when the dogs only bark and the car is parked in the steeple’s lot and there’s no sign of a spider’s architectural web.
She’s found her way in again.
She walks in like a thief taking whatever, she wants.
She’ll take a dress some blouses and shoes, she even takes pots and a dish or two, and my Tupperware she stares.
There’s no one sounding a truth or dare. And, I surely can’t show her that I care.
Or she’ll rob the whole lot, house and all.
And to think that one day that I showed and welcomed a stranger into my home.
Now, I wish she would go far, far away where birds migrate from winter’s cold sneeze that I may feel at ease.