Hermit crab

Inside a Redwood

This old house

has served me well:

I catch a glimpse of you from my window

but I stay curled up inside these walls

 

I’m safe here

I’m protected

I’m hidden

and I can be alone

 

There’s no room

in here for you

unless I open my door

and step outside to play

 

Then maybe we can both

fit back inside together

or find a new place

to call home