A Mysterious Murder

Once I was crossing into the deep forest,
There was no one except me,
The birds are chatting seems to me airburst
The dead leaves were making odd rhythm.

The sky was clear but there was no sun light,
I was wondering to go forward,
Suddenly I saw something was not right
I wanted to go backward.

I stored some air into my lungs,
I was confused what I supposed to do?
I noticed a body was lied beneath the rugs
My head was moving like speed of torpedo.

I started to cry for help,
Was anybody there?
My sound was similar to yelp,
I had to leave searching for a forest ranger.

Finally somebody came there to take her,
I did my job and left that place,
I never knew what was really taken place there
I was wishing for her grace.

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