Insecurity

She is dear as she lies on the bed, Given away – gray – clinging to someone new. Someone new, reticent, afraid to be given away – again! Not knowing the love in the heart of one who is also afraid To lose her to have her recaptured for a mind changed. She fluffs and peeks at me – my discovered little dog and I, Given away needlessly by those who couldn’t bother, Chased, caught, loved and treasured, not knowing her worth, A ball of fluff to hold, always uneasy, passed around, Like people little dogs with loyalty and heart to hold. Her eyes deep, quizzical, wondering. Longing to stay, never to leave.