He lived in a house without windows
Surrounded by nature and trees
He shared his abode, with a nominal load
Of animals up to his knees
There was no entrance door for his 'guests' though
They just entered through windows and then
Made themselves happy in various rooms
And turned them into their own den
There was no rent to speak of to charge them
Just a shared and rewarding existence
And the feelings of pleasure, he just couldn't measure
Without them to share this addiction
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