I am in disguise

From my hidey hole
I Broke breaking through a brake of hawthorn

My gown unhappy with this particular baroque

I felt as though I had found my way

I didn’t want to take anything else in

Whereupon we
Hoped I would be
Changed back
Into the human form we
Had grown accustomed to me in and
Which I had occupied if not well then boldly and
With stout good humor And
So thought we
I deserved my human form