I was once home cuddled in your arms
Where no one could induce me harm
Shy and knelt in acclaim —
With my home that has been reclaimed.
I now lay entangled in this cage
With much hate and rage
Who we depend on we must fear the most —
Perhaps when I scratched the couch, not the post.
If only I had a chance and were trained
Too far, too gone the past can’t be regained…
So they gave me to the shelter and were glad
They kissed me farewell, what made me so bad?
As they leave, I heard them say “one more day”–
Do I get a second chance, Do I get to leave today?