My dreams house

free verse fable

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My dreams house
is a hole
in a garden,
with an ajar door.

A little bit of light filters,
to see outside,
so that the outside
cannot see me.

My dreams house
owns an orange grove
with a plenty of scented bunches of wisteria.
There are white icing
chocolate eggs,
twitting chicks
and squealing hatters
searching for rabbits,
believed belonging to them.

Rabbits enlarged the hole
and went away.
Their strong nails
helped to escape,
riddling with fallen breads.

On the floor
there is a mess of
crumbs, without
a vacuum cleaner.

From outside, you cannot see all this.
It is just mine.
I am the only one left
without hats.