Neka’s New Home
By Michael Albee © April 2008
Wandering aimless, trying always my best,
to find small scraps of food, and a warm place to rest.
As darkness would fall, and the air would turn cold,
I dreamt of a home, straying really got old.
Thrown out like the garbage, not wanted one day,
to live or let die, as they went on their way.
Left on my own, always hoped that I’d find,
someone to care, and someone to mind.
From the pound I looked out, I just wanted to see,
someone who’d love me, and teach me to be me.
I’m a dog full of love, who just can’t understand,
why someone won’t take me, “I’ll do the best that I can.”
Companion – best friend, that’s what I want to be,
to love and protect you, I’ll do it for free.
Finally he found me, he took me right home,
a special person has saved me, from being alone.
Now from this moment, we’ll live as best friends,
no longer to roam, no, not, never again.
We run and we walk, and we play with my toys,
I even hang out, with some nice girls and boys.
I know I am lucky, second chance has been given,
my human is great, and he makes life worth livin’.