There was no response to the knock,
The house was silent and dark,
There was no move what so ever,
Enumerating a silence moreover.
Gazing through the window
Saw a hovering shadow,
Moving stealthily below,
The thundering bellow.
Rains lashed the roof,
Lightening gave a severe hoof,
There appeared to be a proof ,
Of activity in aloof.
The presence of life was there,
No not why it bear?
Such a mysterious fare,
Locking up in a confounded spare.
Meenas Poems 