Poor Tilly

She looks at you With those deep brown eyes Asking a silent question Wanting no lies Am I here to stay Is this my home No more to wonder No more to roam Her tummy is poorly Didn't make  the door Her face is a picture She had messed on the floor Its ok girl I try to re-assure But she is frightened  Wont come through the door Who would have beat her Its not her fault She is such a clean girl Without any doubt. So i made a fuss  Coaxed her back in Told her dont worry  It isnt a sin The door was  locked You couldnt get to the grass So smile with those brown eyes Your home at last.