A Three-year old’s Imaginative Cave

Their quarters and ours each side of a door.
I hear her voice the other side and decide to explore.
I open the door, and there she is – a little girl in the nearly dark.
“This is my cave”, she says in that small hall-way.

Dimly I see her stand, with five more
shut doors surrounding – one for the store,
one for the kitchen, one for the loo,
bedrooms behind the other two.

Over the bathroom door is a little window (transom),
and so her cave isn’t totally black,
just dark enough to feel eerie and fun.

“Hello, this is my cave. You do the washing up!”