THE UNINVITED GUEST

    Deep  Deep  in the woods sings the rulers,

    As the wind knock-backs their closing twigs,

    Sweet cool melody rubs through the ears,

    With no rattles stand to take a breathe.

     Deep deep in the woods  lies a rainbow grass,

     On it stands  a smoky  cabin,

     At its center  rests the blotchy mat,

    And with a jiggle fells the steaming urn.

     Deep deep in him lies a  dubious heart,

     With much doubt peeks at her  trembling hands,

     With great care he touch her silky skin,

     In an awe-struck mind she jumps sploshing the mat,

      Deep deep in her lies a dilemmatic war,

      Hopefully praying the doorbell not to peal,

      Still in the thoughts the unwanted happens,

      With a fainéant walk she heads to the door.