328. The Windows of the Soul: Write a poem about the story that is told through someone’s eyes.
I have been left all night in this small area. I can turn around, scratch and lick myself, and spread out a little bit. On one hand it is cozy and safe but on the other hand, I’d much rather be able to sleep on the carpet where the humans are sleeping. I need to pee and wonder when she is going to come downstairs and open my door. Ooooh, do I hear her walking on the ceiling? Is she coming down the stairs? I can not wait to see her and wag my tail to let her know how happy I am to see her.
