Methodical scraping;
tiny claws against sand.
Vague battering below.
Pulsating hum of fans
against a warm, still shell;
melding lucidly with
the groan of aged floorboards.
Caged wails of the hatchling;
cooing reassurance.
The twitching rise and fall
of a heel against wood,
which then complains in turn.
My home swells, and then sighs.