my tiny castle

Brand new furniture

covered in sheets

silent ghosts 

without cat hair,

Trash can guards

line the streets,

and lone bird

sounds an alarm.

My tiny castle,

rivels Colleen Moore.

Big, pine princess bed

to climb up in and

round, pine table

for feasting 

in the great hall.

My tiny castle,

grander than any

Dream I could have

pedalling as fast

as I could, poorer

than poor, to get

crumbs from the store.

This little kingdom,

Tiny castle, it's not all mine,

But a start.