My heart belongs to small nocturnal beings.
To fluffy balls, to ghosts, to toads, to owls...
To silver moths which live in moonlight only,
To scary wicked cute ones in the dark...
I want to give them cozy little world,
Full thorned bushes, mushrooms, ivy,
Old mossy gravestones and poisonous plants.
Deep holes to hide, long nights to live...
For you as well if you are dark enough...