Kate sat brooding on the porch.

It was not her usual put forth.

Her thought was always of growth.

At the moment her look was towards north.

 

Kate  was moved to the most.

Her mind was totally lost.

Her thoughts were in a deep frost.

She sat silent like a ghost.

 

It is an obsession that has seized her.

Perhaps a setback that has defaced her.

Fatigue has overtaken her.

She looked haunted more so ever.

 

She has to take  the thought out of mind.

She has to keep the discomfiture in the hind.

 Nevertheless it is a mind-blowing bind.

The moment she forgets  she would clinch a find.

 

Kate seemed to see reason behind it.

She rose up with a splendid  hit.

She resolved to push  the struggle to the  down pit.

Now she  would certainly clinch it.