The ladder creaks
Beneath the hatch
Carefully
I lift the latch
The trapdoor turns
I clamber in
As eyes adjust
To dusty dim
A cobweb waves
In busy air
Beneath the roof
The floorboards bare
A Christmas tree
Sleeps on its side
A cistern drips
Where old toys hide
Faded photos
Peek from frames
Dead relatives
Forgotten names
Old habits rot
The kit unused
Once kept the family
So amused
A suitcase grabbed
The cobwebs fly
Dust clouds sparkle
Toward the sky
The hatch is closed
All dark again
Invasion over
Till holidays end
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