I greet each day inside my cage
And wait for God to write my page
I wonder if you'll come today?
And let me feel the light of day
I yearn to run through scented fields
Without a cage and lock to yield
To chase a squirrel that can't be caught
To earn a love that can't be bought
But the darkest days have a light
In the quiet mornings that follow night
You come to visit every day
Without a motive, without a pay
And now I listen for your voice
Knowing that you're here by choice
You didn't know me at the start
And yet I'm planted in your heart
I can't predict how this will end
But I know this of you, my friend
You selflessly all played your part
You saved me with your tender heart
This poem's dedicated to the animals in shelters
Sponsored by Tender Hearts
(A Tribute to Volunteers)
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