Two chairs sat in front of the mantel Not to close but not too far Unexpected but there The mantel is covered in empty frames The fire is not yet burning but there's wood nearby and a box of matches on the table Seems like a fable to be here- in this neighborhood The rhythmic thud of axe meeting wood. The distant cracking of twigs underfoot. There's a window nearby with a fox gathering sticks and twigs for his burrow There's a coming frost tomorrow sweetness lingers in the air, someone must be baking near. More picture frames adorn the house, Some already filled with joyful scenes of dogs. There's frogs decorated everywhere There's a vintage lamp in disrepair There's cute messages everywhere The door is left open and ajar Hoping to be inviting