The mystery house

There is a house in the city I live in , tall wooden gates , and with a shady aura from the tall bending trees , four German shepherds that barks every time I passed by. I have always wanted to see what lies beyond the gate and who the princess of the house is besides the malis on their chores. And last night I was running wild through the city in a natural high you know the kind of high when you feel like the city the streets and everyone belongs to you and in my haze I passed by this gate to find the object of my eyes standing right there the stars has spoken...I had little time to stop as is the nature of the world but I wanted to say hello ...and where to? But then I did that from the gesture of my eyes , they were all over her in the split seconds of the hands of chance.