Poem - Hear

I  HEAR

When I think of my house 

I hear

 My baby sister crying.

My brothers arguing.

 Talking while me and my brothers are running around like a bunch of giants running down the hallway.

 People munching as fast they could.

  Children crashing into each other and shouting.

 Little kids saying moo like a bunch of cows outside.

 And there just outside the sliding door, as if it had never ceased to be
but only needed listening to
my brothers playing in the backyard.