Peter Todd, Poet

I sit and stare through window wide

Asking myself why this is happening to me?

Have my Mom and Dad really died?

Why won’t they let me free?

I miss the last home I was in

Why was I shoved out the door?

When can I have a lasting friend?

Why can’t I have my own cat or dog to adore?

The crying and screaming are scaring me

Why it’s the reflection of my own tears I see

If only the lady would take my hand

To go to another home would be so grand

I guess I’ll go back to sleep

To return to my peaceful dreams deep

Resting again in my mothers arms

As she keeps me away from all these fears and harm