There’s a secret place I keep

With a hammock for me to sleep

and some books in a display shelf

Protected from the elements and hidden in a crevice  in the wood.

The hammock net is stored away

With the books in the display

and hide from humans the secret place

It’s not my land but it’s protected

By both government and

Tall rambling trees

hiding a path

Marked only by a threadbare bath towel.

I love my secret place

But I can never find it.