The little sock tumbles out. Cold floor! The dryer hums loud.
Two towels bounce over. 'Lost?' they rustle softly.
A stray lint ball bounces by like a tiny ghost.
Socksie climbs the spinning dryer edge. Air whips him tight.
Red washcloth calls from behind the door. 'Follow me!'
They sneak into sunlit yard. Clothes flutter like flags above.
There is home! Twin sock hangs warm and folded.
He ties knot. Snug against home now.
