The Fawn’s Lover
You may see me here.
But I’m there.
I live in Narnia.
I’m having a love affair with the Fawn.
I don’t mind that he’s half man…
I don’t mind.
I want to live in a hobbit hole.
I want to walk hunched through my tunnel.
Fetching rye bread and root vegetables.
I want to drink ale with the Beavers in front of a cozy fire.
What do you mean, I can’t go?
But I’m already there!
All of you…
YOU are the strangers who have over-stayed your welcome.
I’m late for a date with the Fawn…
And will be dining with Bilbo
In the valley
(written by April Trice)