Jan 2020

The Gentle FortThe walls are pillows


The walls are pillows
The bricks so soft
The guards are stuffed
Some lights aloft

Nobody enters
The keep unchecked
A password needed
And be correct

All hail the little
Who keeps the fort
Respect their wishes
To see their court

Within is color
Markers and books
Perhaps some sweeties
When no one looks

Here starts adventure
Stories to weave
Cuddles for after
You'll never leave