There are walls which can talk.
They whisper things they hear often.
With age they too wither and grow wiser,
surrounding both a chicken’s farm and a lion’s den.
What they speak is quite extraordinary,
unspoken sentences which shouldn’t exist.
Interestingly, they speak as per the occupant
who they know will not be able to resist.
Once the lonely minds are fed,
they act lifeless like walls do.
Never do they receive a reprimand
for these whisperers are not true, are they?