Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
2 min readOct 30, 2022

I bought an old cupboard from the house down the lane,

it was larger than the tree in my yard.

It fit through the doorway with plenty of ease,

but went up the stairway, quiet hard.


It fit perfectly where I thought it should go,

but when I arrived in the room the next day.

It confronted me with its doors opened up wide -

Like it had something it wanted to say.


Confused, I closed the doors up again —

and proceeded to enjoy my day.

After hearing loud noises and banging about,

when I inquired, it appeared somewhat dismayed.


So I turned it towards the window -

Sometimes a new view helps to see.

What might have happened to upset it this way,

and help make it a bit more at ease.


For a time that helped, It stood beautifully strong,

then my mother came by for a stay.

And again, something seemed to be dreadfully wrong -

So I returned to the house down the way.


The old man inside smiled and asked me my name,

said he went by the name Mr. Tumnis.