You're home at long last! by Barbara Glover

Welcome, welcome to my home

Your soft stripped fur covers my furniture

You shake and cower under the chair

You’re afraid to come out from under there.

You roamed the streets down Pontiac way

For many a long and cold winter’s day.

Someone first found you, and then

I found you again.

We have lots of food here

Comfy beds, too,

And you will find toys galore.

You’re welcome to explore.

You’re home, my friend Tyson.

You have found your way now

Into my heart.

Your kitty self at its best; now go and rest.