Neka's New Home

by Michael Albee – April, 2008

Wandering aimless, trying always my best,
to find small scraps of food, and a warm place to rest.

As darkness would fall, and the air would turn cold,
I dreamt of a home, straying really got old.

Thrown out like the garbage, not wanted one day,
to live or let die, as they went on their way.

Left on my own, always hoped that I’d find,
someone to care, and someone to mind.

From the pound I looked out, I just wanted to see,
someone who'd love me, and teach me to be me.

I'm a dog full of love, who just can't understand,
why someone won’t take me, "I'll do the best that I can."

Companion and best friend, that’s what I want to be,
to love and protect you, I'll do it for free.

Finally he found me, he took me right home,
a special person has saved me, from being alone.

Now from this moment, we’ll live as best friends,
no longer to roam, no, not, never again.

We run and we walk, and we play with my toys,
I even hang out, with some nice girls and boys.

I know I am lucky, second chance has been given,
my human is great, and he makes life worth livin'.

Night Before Christmas '08

by Michael Albee – December 2008

It’s the night before Christmas, the weather is cold;
My dog loves snow, to her it never gets old.

Now by the fire, we'll relax for a while;
Later some fun time with Neka, my pal.

We’ll go for a walk, or play with a toy;
while we wait for that fat man that once was a boy.

For years now I've known, that St. Nick is not real;
But she still believes, and he’s still a big deal.

I think she still thinks that Santa’s the stork.
She sees him bring puppies to girls ‘n boys.

She loves to go visit, and loves to go play;
but she’s really confused when they aren’t there to stay.

She just can’t believe that someone would give up;
a beautiful soul because it still not a pup!

Dogs aren’t just a toy, that you put on the shelf;
they give out love freely, they don’t think of themself.

Not sure that the puppy will be with you for life?
Don’t get it yet then, It’s not a disposable life.

I remember with solace my companions over the years;
I now live with Neka, and she helps with those tears.

I still think of them all, and the times that we had;
They are now up in Heaven, hanging out with my dad.

Dogs are really the best, they don't judge or see faults;
they just give us their love, never give us insults.

They are truly a gift that's not just for a season;
They give us themselves for all the right reasons.

At Christmas we hasten to buy kids a great gift;
but there's one thing important we sometimes might miss.

A dog needs to be family, and cared for the same;
Don't give someone a life, then put it outside on a chain.