He liked it there
in his comfortable corner,
a cozy niche reserved
solely for his pleasure.

Warmer and safer
further from danger,
his room was exempt
from the touch of a stranger.

As time passed, however,
he peered towards the light
and feared the eventual
forced evacuation
out from the inner chamber.

He cried out,
"We must be just to the fruits of lust,
don't muscle us from the nest so fast.
It is so very pleasant here,
and out there,
nothing but the eternal.
Leave me be to weave my small story
before I am forced to worry
about the outside word once and for all.

From his corner he perceived
the ever present push,
until
he turned to face,
what had once been a wall
now slipped into space.

He stared down the void
and it glared mockingly back.
Slowly his eyes filled with that blinding light
and despite the love for his life,
he knew his time had finally arrived.

His mind continued to race,
could this be it?
No it's too soon" he screamed,
"I'm not quite done living this dream!"