Melodies stringing in head

Waiting in pregnant pause

The the wave of nothing arrives

Pounding at the door

Footsteps within the corridor

Shouting though the living room

Hungry, tired, elated souls

Food raids, supplys drop

Remotes, homework, stationary

Flying through the air

The murmur of the TV

Hum of the shower

Once more the horde gathers round

Dinner is served

Chatter and clamour

For sustainence

Later that evening

The clatters nearly gone

Left nothing but a whisper

Till the early morn

Where the adventure starts all over again...