Hobbit Hole

He poked his head out of his hole

Always the curious one

Seeking adventure, maybe, or just a friend

A simple “hello” or a whole conversation

Small talk between small people.

There and back again seems far,

Especially with this home so quaint

And friend so close you can see them,

Their smoke rising from respective chimneys

Like curly puffs of breath from a dragon’s nose.

In this bunker, you can avoid all you fear

While inviting in and holding others near

Because who needs danger when you have friends and a good book,

Hands held in dear communion

And fingers touching the paper and the pages.

A hole, a house, a home

Is all a hobbit needs

To contain his safe and comfy world.