Heads off my pillow, pulling myself up,
turning left and sees my mom ayond.
In an irate voice "Look who's day is gone siding left!!" she shouted.
"Look who believe these in the modern era",
thought I, with a taunting gaze.
Then goes my dad to work, picking up his food I ran towards him.
The pleasant air outside chilled my beat.
Facing high to feel warmth, I saw a Coucal on the top branch. With a long breath on grip, I grinned and let it out"Here's my Luck.."
And cheerfully send him to act.
Late in the noon, after a fine doze.
I started quenching the thirst of my plants and
That's when the old grey-black began its crowing, "Oh...I think guests are on their way" said mom with a confusing face beside me.
Afterward, she patted on my shoulder and pointed to the Dorrance where I saw my kin.
In panic, I turned my head towards her, with a sigh and a grin she invited them in.
Myths from past to present and to the future.
We drop into, by knowing or unknowingly as it paved a path from the heart.
Fact or fib yet to open, at times it's fair to settle, as an old folktale.