Going Home

“Going Home” (for all the rescue pets just waiting…) Just when I thought how wonderful it would be in my life - To not be responsible for someone else, I met you. You weren’t that attractive, A little dirty, perhaps, A smell that indicated a bath was badly needed, A little shy - refusing to look at me, You sat huddled in the far reaches of that cage, Afraid, Untrusting, Broken, Void of all hope Of ever loving someone again. I walked on - Looking at all those eager faces Striving to show me How playful they were, How willing to follow me home. But I went back - To you Where you still huddled In your little corner of hopelessness. I sat down… And waited. I asked: “Have you given up?” And you looked up at me With those lifeless eyes That told me you had… I waited, sitting, Poking a few treats thru your cage. Cautiously, you inched toward me And took the treats with gratitude While I stroked your forehead. You extended your paw And I took it in my hand And felt Life’s warmth within you. We bonded. I asked: “Would you like to go home with me And stay forever?” You smiled … And for one brief second I saw a glimmer of light Still shining in your eyes. “Open the cage,” I called out. …….“This girl is going Home!” Jb pearce 02/20/2020