Oh little hermit crab
Retracting under
your pile of covers
and sheets.
Pouting at his departure,
the subtraction of warmth.
You layer on more blankets
to substitute a companion.
Your cave growing larger,
easier to escape into.
The illusion of safety
and protection.
When none,
this time,
is needed.
While you nest and build,
he is outside,
cold and traveling home.
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