(Approach a poem (or short story) as if you were writing a fable. Keep a third-person point of view. Address the anthropomorphic qualities of the objects you introduce. Invite an animal or creature into the poem. Allow an invisible force to alter time and space.)
Once upon a time in a small dark cottage deep in the forest there lived, quietly but well a wooden settee with a plaid cushion, and her friend, the deal table, well scrubbed and softened by age. They were most suited to each other and lacked for nothing, needing only each other for companionship.
One rainy day the door opened and a small very wet weasel came in, asking for shelter; taking pity on his plight they let him sleep by the fire until he was dry, and were so charmed with his wit and cleverness they invited him to live with them.
After that, time seemed to slow; days lingered at sunset far far longer than either of them ever remembered, and the sun rose much earlier as well.
They thought it might be because the three of them were so content with each other, and never considered that it might be the weasel who, in addition to being a good companion, was also intelligent, and magical.
He thought they'd like the changes.