They build up behind me and to the sides,
In front of me where I can hide,
Top and bottom to shelter me in,
Keep evil away and lights dim,
They build sturdy and thick,
To do the trick,
They build with no windows,
For what is there to show,
They build as quickly as possible,
So I don't get lost,
My comfort zone,
Not quite like home.

By Siobhan Austen
Date: 4 January 2004