I want to be a hermit,
Live a life without permits;
No whiny pompous fools,
No busybodies spouting rules,
No evening nightly news
Telling me the proper views
By which I should live.
I long to be a hermit,
I don't need anyone to confirm it.
A life alone need not be solitary
With faeries in the boxberry
And forest friends to visit,
While Pixies in white-flowered privets
Entertain me with mischievous fun.
Categories:
boxberry, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme