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
Copyright © Jan Pearce | Year Posted 2020
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