Secret Home

An island full of people reminiscing!
A party at a summer residence,
Hear the sound of something visiting,
A fill the air and gather evidence.

This little creature kept himself concealed,
Until the priest began to infiltrate!
A woman laughing at herself revealed!
Depending on his very real estate.

Perhaps he could become an evil maid!
I never knew her love was only prying,
Even though she had already stayed,
A world of pain and beauty from the spying.

With broken eyes no longer infiltrate.
I wanna see another frightened maid!
How many people having such estate,
Are you the only one who ever stayed.

They hardly even know the secret haven,
Is there a very little thing revealed,
For real or maybe being on vacation!
About the biggest part of you concealed.

I really had an extra treasure hidden!
Or any other day we could conspire!
It never pleases me and Mister Wilson,
The pain of feeling like a tiger tiger.

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All Images from Pixabay
Poem Written by me