Another poetry exercise, this time rhyming. I thought something a little more up beat but it ended up being something childish. I don’t think I’ll be the next Frost our Poe but I’m learning. Practice, practice, practice…right? But I’m not liking the rhyming to much ugh! I’ll try again later.

Home is what I call four walls holding within four paws.
Her unconditional love makes me feel protected,
her excitement is evident and to her, I’m not a lost cause.
I never have to worry about being used or rejected.
She is my home base when I feel anxious or fear,
her patients is appreciated through nightmares and depression.
I never have to hide behind my four walls because my four paws is always near.