Through the window pane of the Hobbit House,
where delicate vines climb and cling and sing
all over the old abode.
Safe inside.
Safe outside too,
thanks to a cat with special powers,
who watches over me.
As long as I feed her.
On time.
Daylight savings time too.
(Magical creatures accustomed to thousands of years of tradition
are slow to adjust to silly things,
like time changes.)