Bored

This is a poem about how sometimes simply nothing happens.

Huh? Did someone say something?
I guess it must have just been the wind.
The very silent wind is trying to say things I guess.
Maybe it could have been my imagination.

Woah! What's that?
Oh it's just my chair creaking a little bit.
I guess nothing is happening at the moment.
Should I wait for something to happen?

Wait! Who's that?
Ok, it was just a coat hanging.
I'm so bored with this uneventful day.
Maybe I should write about it.