The Little House with the Wooden Door

You would never notice it, that little house with the wooden door. You would just walk by it and not even give it a second thought. Never knowing that it had always been there your entire life. Probably because you had never truly seen it, you only saw it out of the corner of your eye and before you could turn to look at it, the sweet sent of roses and freshly cut grass from the garden next door would distract you. 

But it sits there content with it’s abandoned situation. And if it weren’t for that door with unique carvings or it’s odd pathway that seems to be more of an exit than an entrance, it would have gone unnoticed for the rest of it’s days.

But you see, children aren’t fooled by these airs. No matter how hard that little house may try to hide from the world or pass off as normal, the children can feel the magic creeping out from inside it. And sometimes, if you still believe, you can feel it’s magic too.

Sometimes, when I walk by, I wonder who lives in there. By the looks of things no one does, its only occupants are an old motorcycle in its back yard and closed blinds that keeps you from looking in. Keeping you from finding the true magic that lies inside of it.

Hudson Kelly x