Sitting in my parlour
with a book in hand
seeing through the window
at the lovely hedges and grass
dozed of to a deep slumber.
A little while after in an hour
woke up suddenly in a reverie
felt someone is peeping through the window.
gathering myself up rushed towards in a falter.
Finding nothing different reclined once again
Yet again the feeling came
and becoming upset and jittery
resuming calm stood motionless for a second.
A minute after saw a tuft shrub making moves
with the strong wind that blew over
Well, it was the shrub which had peeped in
during its forward move causing me to hang over.
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