They found me by the road today; Why I was in a box they could not say. They took me in and cleaned me up, Fed me until I was plump. They tell me that I’m safe now, But it is getting dark and I’m afraid. I’ve lost my mom, my siblings too. I’m all alone. I don’t know what to do. The sun is out now and it is bright. They come to get me, I see them smile; They tell me I’m a “good boy” but I don’t know what that means. You see the last person said I was “good for nothing”, a “nuisance”, just "another mouth to feed". Lots of time was spent outside; Cold and shaking, Hungry. Hiding. They took me to the vet today, Someone I have never seen. I'm skinny, covered in fleas, but that's not as awful as it may seem. I get some shots, a blood test too; Apparently I'll be neutered soon. They take me back to where I stayed the other night; More food, more water; I'm wrapped in blankets, All warm and tight. I'm scared. Shy. Not sure of anything. I watch the others playing; Think of joining, Back away. They have patience and sympathy, Not a single person yells at me. Slowly, surely, I begin to see, Not every place is as horrible as where I used to be. Tonight, like every night, they are in that room; The one with the couch and fluffy carpet too. I've never gone in there, Scared of getting too close. I inch my way closer, Wondering, watching, waiting; Hoping they don't notice me. I lay by their feet, Breathe in deep, Put my head down, Let out a sigh; Because tonight I'm a good boy. I'm going to be alright.