I can hear you breathing.
Is what I see hair?
Or is it just part of the curtain, making it look like you are peeking?
Oh my lord!
What is that I see?
It is there on the floor.
Do you see it or is it just me?
I can not tell if its blood or two shoes?
What can I say!
If I would have to choose betwen the two?
I would be here all day!
But as I look a wee bit closer.
I can see I was way over yonder.
I guess I like to be a composer.
Of myself being blonder.
The red I see under the curtain.
Is nothing but my mind playing tricks.
And that is for certain.
But who is behind those pretty red kicks?
Do I know?
Or will I ever?
Wait!... maybe I can peek below?
But what if it's nothing whatsoever?
But wait I have a clever idea.
But what if I'm not certain?
What if it is just a tortilla?
Maybe I don't want to know who is behind the curtain.