At Home

Every time we go outside I feel crestfallen and dismal, Because I’ve departed away from our lovely home. How it feels to be inside Our home where everything isn’t dull, It’s a place that never feels like an imprisoning dome. A house - empty and gloomy A home - it’s perfect to me Where I feel thrilled, euphoric, ebullient And where ideas are always brilliant. With fervent parents and a buoyant dog, A home shields me from the unfamiliar bleak fog. Outside’s foggy, people are upset, But inside I am safe at home with my pet And the protection of my ardent family.