Inside my world of fences are places where I go to dream. Where the sun can’t get in and the monsters are not allowed. I peek between the vines and see thousands of lost hopes and there are a few of mine left about.
There in my realm tightly secure with a moat of thickets I laugh at the cries of the hideous demons. Bullies each they stare but I assure my friends, it is outside of my weeping willows that can’t get in.