Now evening shades are entering the room,
a little later than the day before
(although that is not noticed much by whom
lives here, and who just came in by front door).
They slowly move, take over the white wall,
the portraits, fading in oblivion,
see no longer what is here at all
(as if they’d care of what is going on) .
And just when darkness conquers light,
when dusk gives in- the magic’s gone
and all is night. The tv now shines bright.
The lamp switched on, the mystery is done.
Although the shades are leaving grounds once more,
tomorrow evening they’ll be back I know,
to get the right that they’ve been fighting for:
their place under the roof, that they want so.