The fishbowl was filled with cloudy water <br />Little fish all floating on the surface <br />Next to their bloated brethren <br />Their vacation had ended in tragedy <br />And ours had now ended as well <br />The dog didn’t like the kennel <br />Complained of over crowded conditions <br />Barked that he and others had organized <br />And delivered a written and signed petition <br />Tired of fighting the good fight the Ol’ boy <br />He just yawned and stretched out as he assumed <br />His more familiar Laissez-faire position <br />The parrot was ecstatic to have made the trip <br />The tropical climate had suited his temperament <br />He squawked his excitement to return to his perch <br />As he was a little worn out from all the traveling <br />The wife looked for dinner in the freezer <br />To see what there was to defrost <br />Deciding there was little that could be ready by six <br />She picked up the phone and ordered out <br />The dog who had been reading my mind <br />Looked up with those big brown eyes <br />And moaned “Welcome home my friend, <br />Welcome the hell home.” <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-at-last-4/
