Creative Musings

 

  Trying narrative poetry for the first time  In the garden, I was sitting lonely, Around me was nothing but my friend only, Poor us, we had nothing to do, Sitting for a long time with no clue. Suddenly an idea popped up in my mind So I asked my friend who inclined Going to the forest was what we thought, So our necessities are what we brought. The entrance to the forest was a beautiful glance. We saw the peacock beautifully dance. The beauty is what mesmerized us a lot, So we moved ahead with a jog trot. The mighty forest had a lot to explore. Moving ahead we heard a loud roar. Scared, we decided to return back With the fear of an attack.