who I am

A house stood even on walls of gold
still stands as a building,
the inmates define
who am I.
When a flight of bats roosts in
I am a barn,
When a pack of wolves sneak in
I am a lair,
When a throng of thieves turn me into a hide- out
I am a den
but
when roast from the hearth,
love from the heart,
friendship a guest
blend
it is a home
expanded into my larger body.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-08-10 at 17:55

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