The Perfect Den
A treehouse, please,
high in the trees.
A cave, for me,
deep under the sea.
A tent made for one,
somewhere in the sun.
A small comfy chair,
tucked under the stairs.
A garden shed,
with a hammock-bed.
A blanket fort,
in a far-off port.
A silver cocoon,
in a pod to the moon.
A cosy nook,
with my favourite book.
high in the trees.
A cave, for me,
deep under the sea.
A tent made for one,
somewhere in the sun.
A small comfy chair,
tucked under the stairs.
A garden shed,
with a hammock-bed.
A blanket fort,
in a far-off port.
A silver cocoon,
in a pod to the moon.
A cosy nook,
with my favourite book.
This poem is copyright (©) Attie Lime 2023

About the Writer
Attie Lime
Attie Lime likes walking in fields, playing UNO, and new stationery. She has children’s poetry featured in Northern Gravy, Little Thoughts Press and Parakeet Magazine. Attie also enjoys nonsense poems and making up words. Twitter @AttieLime