Visiting the Woods
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.
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