Some people like to live like a hermit
in the solitude of their own company.
For their own reasons they don’t want
to know the rest of the world.
They are happier in their own company
instead of strangers peering at them.
They feel more relaxed
within the peacefulness of one.
Their home is their castle
and no one should intrude.
If they have a companion
always it is an animal
wild or tame does not matter.
They can while away the hours
in the loyalty of them,
companions to the end.
No discontentment between them
as both embroil themselves
in the solitude of one another.
1 August 2015
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David, as a committed (or committable.) recluse myself, your poem resonated. I have lived alone in the basement of a 160 year old closed church for a decade. Sometimes not even seeing another human, let alone interacting for weeks at a time. I have no pets but enjoy my flower gardens and all the insects that visit them (and my room) I thoroughly enjoyed your poem, Sir. Thanks for sharing. Peace