A Laugh in The Cottage
Once upon a time l
Lived the jungle by
Aloof from other cottages and alone
And in front of a giant stone.
Years back a clown had stayed here
Who had left the house spare
One day lying on the bed
He had been found dead.
I was a common woodcutter
Who could get bread and butter
By cutting and trading the wood
And in this way lived in happy mood.
One day it was night
And there was no light.
Yet I became glad
For a lamp I had.
The night sank into darkness
Only it prevailed quietness
Suddenly I heard a laugh
That was short enough.
And I found myself standstill
The laugh was short but shrill.
I did not remain standing and
Searched it with the lamp in my hand.
And then I heard the same
But from where the voice came,
I was somehow able to trace
It came from the staircase.
With wide eyes I neared
To the staircase but feared.
At once I heard someone rushed
I was horrified and hushed.
I slowly went up the stair
But surprisingly no one was there.
But in the faint light of lamp all
I saw was the clown's red-nose-ball.
Then again came the laugh
This time long and loud enough.
I thought it was the coming of the clown
Dropping the lamp I quickly ran down.
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