Home by Nathan Teagle.

warm and safe. Feeling warm comfort feels safe. Cats run around chasing each other. Some go to the food and water bowls to drink and eat together. The fishy swims around peaceful and soundless. The gecko climbs and sleeps. The gecko sleeps with its tale and its head close together. Home sometimes it's the angel's work. Sometimes it's the devils. Sometimes you miss home very much. Sometimes you go through your room and think that I don't want to be here. Home is warm. Safe. Angering, hopeful, disappointing and enjoyable, and then suddenly disappointing. It comes and goes. In the wind blows, storm. This torture might be too loved. But sometimes it's not too much. There is a big fat cat named Charlie. As it is, he is very angry with me. His face, facing away with his big fat tummy. Makes me wonder what he would be like not fat. But, he still is fat. As the storm blows it is horrible for us, but for some animals trapped. This storm falls and creates a hole for an animal. And sleep for the night. Clatter clatter bang bang, cling, cling, cling. That is the sound of lightning hitting a tree. The pitter-patter on the window. Thunder strikes there and then. Some trees, branches. Quick crackle bang cling clang. Lightening strikes a tree and the fire blazes out.