Mystery: A Nonet

Mixing things up a bit this week. Instead of my column, I offer you a brief poem.

The nonet is a nine-line poem whose syllables trickle down in descending order until they are done. The first line has nine syllables and the last line has one.

It's a mystery still when and why

an entire clan disappeared

into thin air as they say. 

Here today, gone 'morrow.

Contents still in tact.

Clothes, dishes, and

One long lost

baby

gone.

Curious about the nonet? Check out: https://wordwool.com/nonet-poem-type/