Like a child
I will build a den
With blankets thrown over tattered sofas
Corners stretched and pulled
Tucked in edges
Tables wanting to be castles
Carpets
Moats and dungeons
Beware
Entrance only open
To those who know the secret password
Friends etched in China cups
Bears replace the need for human touch
Dolls speaking in the oldest of tongues
Your brother tied to the nearest tree
Indians are coming it's time to flee
The blankets have fallen
The toys are all free