Drenched in a writer's lonely soul,
The evening was sombre & cool.
Serenity was its outer shell,
Artistic layers in depth it fell.
Leaves like thoughts shed randomly,
Wavering near and afar of me.
Danced like fairies, so pretty,
In blissful fraternity with gravity.
I heard yonder birds and bugs,
Choiring in the evening's wed.
I twitched with a sudden thrill to hear
A knocking sound, O' so clear!
'Hansel and Gretel', I followed the trails,
But, nowhere could I find the traits.
Series of trials dropped in vain,
Expect the striking noise ascertain.
Eyes trapped him guised in black;
A hooded guy with a scarf in red.
Busy was he pekking his home,
Fortunate was I, free to roam!
Anyhow I thrilled him bad,
He saved nil time to show him hard.
His wings met the gleaming sun,
Stardusting specks in spectacular sight!
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