The Whistling bird
A sweet long shrill whistle followed me Every time I peeped out of the window to see! Surprised I was to find none there to be In search, I strayed through lanes, in hours wee. Lazy air, camly enclosed me wherever I be, I knew not opening this secret lock with key! Confused I was, wondered who could it be! My efforts didn’t reward, betrayal smiled in glee! One over the other thoughts,surmounted in number, innumerable and strange sounded this stranger, As I strode to the road in fog once again it nearer, A fear gripped,I jogged fast in fog …