Hobbit Home?

Moss covered home, formed from a

tree, with door and windows three,

Set my mind to wondering, “Just whose home

could this be?”

A hobbit might be happy here; t’would suit him to a

tittle!

The door is rather short for me, but hobbits are quite

little.

Creeping closer, through the window, a warm and welcome

sight,

Revealed to me, a room, rough-hewn, but warm and hobbit right!

Perhaps

he rests his hairy feet, upon the hassock there,

That’s pulled up, comfy and

quite close, before his rocking chair.

A pipe I see, with pipe-stem chewed a

bit, but still a dandy,

That’s kept within a hobbit’s reach, to always be quite

handy.

I bet he blows smoke rings aloft, and thinks his secret thoughts.

I am

so drawn to go within, but know that I ought not.

He might not like me spying

here, so I’ll be on my way,

But oh, such curiosity will join me all this day!

 —

Donna L. Ferguson Dudley

(Copyright, 2015)

Where Magic Lives: Poems of Fairies and Fancy by Donna Ferguson Dudley is available on Kindle at Amazon.com

 

 

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