No wombat lives under my house.
However, if one were to, he would like it there.
It would be his burrow, dark and safe.
He would greet me at night appearing from under the front steps.
In the morning I would leave him a scone and run off to class.
Returning in the eve I would make tea and wait for the sun to set.
We would chat together about the sky and the ground.
He would yawn with intent to stay awake and I would yawn with exhaustion from the day.
In the beginning we would wander the streets at night, now I fall asleep too early.
I havn't seen my wombat in a few weeks now, but I know he still likes it here from the
baked goods he leaves on the front steps for me.
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