All the way from Georgia I traveled
On a truck, in a crate, loud barking, crying, confusion
Where am I going? Who will take me in? How will I survive?
Light, dark, in, out, food, water, up, down
Cold, cold, cold, who knew it could get so cold?
Finally arrived, nobody is here for me so I’ll have to
Live with a foster family for awhile
The other dog doesn’t like me, maybe if I try to behave
But how does that go?
Days, weeks, months go by
I know I’m old, but boy do I know how to love
Finally, a visit, a new home, tail wagging, always my tail wagging
A man gets down on the floor, low, near me, I can reach his face
And kiss it
Over and over
This is love
This is home.