The Empty House

is an illustrated poem about a derelict house somewhere out in the countryside. There is a strangeness about the old property that compels the writer to make frequent visits to it.

I went to the empty house today,
The house without a door,
And all I saw were cracked panes
And a dirty, broken floor.

It appears that the old house has nothing to offer anymore as a means of shelter, but after further visits, the writer discovers that this is not quite the case.