The Sound Collector
A stranger came this morning,
Dressed in black and grey,
Put every sound into a bag and carried it away.
The screaming of a girl,
The rumbling of a storm,
And the vrooming of a car when it whizzes on the lawn.
The barking of a dog,
The croaking and jumping of a frog,
The hissing of a snake,
And the scraping of a rake.
The flushing of the toilet,
And the crunching noise of crisps,
My dad clicking a tune and clapping with his fists.
A stranger called this morning,
He didn't say his name,
He left us only with silence,
Life will never be the same.