Doubtful Visitor

It’s a hard stare at the wooden door

With a quizzical face waiting for it to open

Till that time, prowling around the patio

As if figured out an ogre of the woods

Still living in the spirit of forest attire

Scrutinizing the home with sleazy eyes

Chewing on the images of delusions

That door wouldn’t open for them

Someone may be contemplating deep

Busy with charming thoughts of world

Silence seems awkward from outside

Never seen a house so quiet and pleasant?

Stealthy walks torture the green pastures

Patio left with mud stains all across


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