There is a lane not far from me

The houses start at thirty three

no number one or even two

doesnt that seem strange to you?

but strange indeed the houses are

with occupants somewhat bizarre

bizarre indeed,but much much stranger

and though i;ve never felt in danger

my secret is to keep my distance

they do not know of my existence

by starlite night upon my knees

i watch through the densest trees

before me as their lives unfold

i feel their storymust be told

enough of rhyme,enough of talk

to my strange lane,lets take a walk

                Feodora