Some days my imagination

runs away with me.

To places beyond the horizon,

with skies of magenta and rose.

The valley is deep with sweet bushes

and fruit on every one,

a vibrant basket of delight.

The animals are wild,

But approach at the sound my voice

A warm blanket of feathers and fur

The soft purr of comfort as they sleep

I curl up in their warmth,

Safe and protected,

and dream of my real life,

in the land of bricks and steel