Escaping the mess

 We couldn´t find him anywhere
he´d just taken a trip out of the universe
Nowhere to be seen
No control in this village world

The youngest crawled under the house

Not a trace of this boy
My own brother
gone for all we knew
vanished from our sight

Noble forest edge
A slight panic in the air
He wasn´t out here
He was underneath

The youngster had crawled under the house

Probably to escape the unvarying chatter
arguements that would thud and splutter
Though this unnecessary ruckus that would easily repeat
when his own ball and chain recreated it