Home is Where the Food is

When a beast knows it can be loved it changes

It stops growling and tries to purr

The course hair turns into soft fur

It rubs against you for your attention

It revels in your affection

A wretched beast bound and chained

Will never really be trained

But a monster that you treat with respect

Can learn to love, until it’s a pet.

I have sharp teeth for a reason

I can see the way you always stare

And when I see where

The blood beneath your skin can travel

I know it in the depths of my enamel

How easily your throat would tear

But your hands touch me with so much care

Your hands that never beat or shove

Are showing me what it is to love

Every night, when the moon lights your porch

I can be found curled up at the door

While my muscles are aching and sore

Because I keep away all the other beasts

Away from you and your feasts

Everyday scraps you throw my way

Make me more confident every day

It feels like love to not be alone

So, every night I still come home.