Empty House

Definitely not a plate of nachos. Though the dying candle adds a little something. Official now? Almost possibly. And yet for weeks nothing has said so as the other ninety seven percent of days. Put whatever you like in it. A dog, a bear. Some manner of imagined leprechan. Fair; you can add to or take away from the level of creep but what is...     ...just stays. You can't have thought otherwise. Not meanly, but rightly. You may be able to throw over that mountain, but I just can't. No, not half that far. So, now, frightfully more than ever.