Why I Like My Home

What home is to me. Home is a place where I can feel free, A place where I can sit in a tree. There are a lot of loud and furry pets, Hounds that sing off tune duets. Our home has no chance of threats. My home is my favorite place. Eating scrumptious food that fills my face. It really is my happy space. Sometimes I hide in my messy room, Tucked in like a baby in its dark womb. Outside the world is filled with gloom. My home is a place where I can agree, Especially when everyone listens to me!