Nice try, Scragglywinds.
No matter the bustle
of ballroom floor,
your jealous nostrils press dry brown leaves
against old screen door,
a great toll always comes.
Chimes ring true on wind above,
but still beneath full moon.
Humble dulcimer of home,
stay watch the remants mine
of this midnight hour sure to come.
Scavengers seem so ready at the Monday door.