thudding knocks on the door, the bell ringing with a ding and a dong, but the signal never heard, dwelling in the hallways of the abode.
out the window we see wild creatures, bound to somewhere unknown, but amidst the ambiguity, lies a secret only they know.
in human syllables they can't convey, so with fear in their throats, squeak they, but what lay inside those four walls, they question if it could be their next prey.
but what prey is it if not lead by ambition? so they choose to blindly lead, lead their lives capturing the earthy air, knowing that lying in that isolated home, was barely flesh, blood and bones.
