It was, to tell the truth, a house of sighs.
Red sighs, blue sighs, yellow sighs.
All the primary sighs.
Glum trees shaded the house
and thick dust laid upon the eggshells.
Muffled reports were occasionally heard
from small rooms with closed doors,
but never was there an investigation.
Footprints grew more childlike,
then disappeared altogether.
Years later the house fell in upon itself.