Squatters

They sit around and wait.
Waiting for an adobe, seemingly vacant.
Sometimes there are others, presently there.

Familiars and unfamiliars, depending on the state.
Climbing in through the broken windows; consequently, claiming a stake.
Sometimes, you feed them through your weaken care.

Once they have been discovered and they fight for rights to stay.
They eventually are evicted from freely ruling your home; without permission of a return date.
But they had become so content with the space, they hide and waited; near.

Claiming that you'd make the same mistakes,
You may throw a pity party, commit to misery and/ or needed a date.
So there they are back in there, unwelcomed but welcomed space; dwelling without fear.

by Bree Z. Love

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Bree, such an interesting write👍👍👍