“Peek through the cracks, if no one attacks, then you are safe to enter, through either the window or the door, because you just scored!“ Gun Roswell

Windows, doors, what do you score? (2)

The colourful door beckoned

To knock on the handle I reckoned

Since no one else was about

I gently and with a curious mind

Dared, to step inside

Peeking through the cracks of light

Filtered, in the window’s blinds

I could see, there was no one there

So decided, I could freely stare

Inside the living of someone else’s house

It wasn’t as if I was going to rob the place

No, just curious, about the case

Watching, observing, how others fare

It wasn’t as if this intrusion was based on a dare

And then, I just stood there

Glaring, glancing, turning around

In this one spot in the middle of the floor I found

I won’t be touching anything in here

Just looking around, picturing them there

The people living in this small space

When the curiosity is finally satisfied

Back out the door I venture of the side

Of the house I had been wounding for a time

Each time passing it in the street by

So, now I know and that is all