A Home

A home is not always a house. It can be anything, A rat hole, A cracked bowl, A body devoid of soul. But for me, Home is the smell of guinea pigs. So thick you could cut it with a knife. Home is a place where you won't get a scare, Home is a place where a tingle is not rare, That is what home is to me, Thank you, habitat for humanity, For providing homes for those in need.