It Walked Me Home Poem by Elisha De La Rosa

Brown, the color of warmth
The sign of a hidden storm
Its eyes filled with love and pride
The tail that wags even though it sighs

I allowed it to follow, all tan with heat
Fur that is short, bristled from every peak
It doesn't annoy me; it's a stranger to anybody
A small journey, today it's going to walk with somebody

Through this hot summer day
It followed me as I went my way
It growls, whines, and barks which echoed behind me
Its hungry, but I too have nothing to eat

I continued on walking, wondering am I, its path
Without an owner it will fall to this world's wrath
May I show mercy, save it from this violent heat and shivering loneliness?
Protection is its thirst, why does it follow, it is mysterious?

I walked, and it continued to stalk
Shade and a home, we both sought
I see my house, we both ran away from the sun
But as I made it there, I turned around, it is gone.