What Home Means to Me

My cat ate a mouse in my house. So I sat on my coach. And said to myself, No matter how big, No matter how small. Everything in my home is a part of my home. I am a person, I am a thing. I see my indigo blue couch. And the night is light, The sun is bright, But my couch is the opposite of light. Then I walk to window as it shines and shimmers, As the forest gleams and glimmers, With red robins chirps and slurps up worms.