I see you,
See me, do you,
Hiding in my tower,
Trying not to humans glower…
Leave me alone, this is my space,
I stay warm here till spring,
The holidays here in I ring,
My life here is a slow pace…
So here I sit, waiting for a mate,
But I guess it is my unfortunate fate,
To have and to have not,
I have a place to live for now,
Gotta be happy for that much,
Hiding from the world, here within my private estate…
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Ron
speaking for yourself
and how you prefer to
be a recluse within yourself
protected from others with only
a want of someone like yourself
to share it...
Love and Light
Lily
Love ya!
Jane
budd