‘My ‘refuge’ is my home,’ I said.

      'It’s where I love to be.

I can shut the door on everyone

      And a ‘house’ is home to me.'

 

‘Our refuge is down underground,’

      Said the rabbit and the mole.

‘It may not seem like home to you,

      But we love our little hole.’

 

‘A nest is where I’ve built my home,’

     Said a blackbird to a dove.

‘It’s where my babies start their lives.

     It’s a ‘refuge’ filled with love.'

 

‘A refuge?’ asked a little dog.

      ‘A safe place for my home?

It’s wherever you, my owner, lives –

      And from where I’ll never roam.'

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