Crash

Sometimes mysteries bring us together in... well... mysterious ways.

The daughter

Is at camp.

The cat

Is sound asleep

In the playroom.

My beloved and I

Are in the midst

Of two separate

Evening things

In two separate rooms.

Crash

We converge

In the hallway,

Survey the basement

Where the gas leak

From an old dryer hose

Awakened us at 4:30

That morning.

Nothing there.

We can*t figure it out.

We return to our places.

Crash

Number two.

We converge on the hallway

Again.

The cat joins us

This time.

We talk about birds

Hitting windows

But it is dark

Most birds have gone to bed.

A complete survey

Of the upstairs finally reveals

A downed shower curtain rod

In the daughter*s bathroom.

Mystery solved

This time

At least.