In an autumn morning,
When i belay the wood
somebody was munching his food.
I was surprise,
By horses i was beleaguer
I think i was capture.
Horse were very beautiful,
I only looked at them
But near me a single came.
As it was wonderful,
I look here and there
But i did not fear.
I was very regret,
Horse were with their nagged
Now, to regress i packed
Its time for congue
But i was very sad
And to see also glad.
Munching = chewing
ReplyDeleteBelegure = surrounded
Naged = babies
Regress = return, congue