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.