Well hid under the bush at the end of the garden
Sometimes I dream of it
A small dark space
Itchy but safe
Where the rain drips down the back of your neck
But never pours
Where custard creams can be eaten
In cahoots with nature
Looking out on the world
Knowing she will always be there
No matter how muddy my knickers are
Not even coming out to pee
A world within
a small safe place.