The Dormouse

Solitary by nature, I dream
Of simple pleasures, inside
My refuge of embryonic nest
Where scent of honeysuckle
Weaves through moss and grasses

I dream the sweet seeded berries
Of seeds and flowers or insects
Caught on the wing and hidden 
Treasure of round hazelnuts 
Inside burnished golden shells

In my dreams I fly, as a bird
Across the sky, seeing all things
The splendour of the treetops
All inhabitants within, then slowly 
I am drawn back inside blissful sleep.