Brays Of Our Lives

Chisholm’s Thundercloud on Life

I was born a darling pet—

A favorite: cherished, loved.

I learned to trust and learned to play

And learned what life’s made of.

Then circumstances intervened,

And life became uncertain—

Forsaken, lost, unloved and lame,

I passed beyond the curtain. 

Passed on to where no souls should go,

I saw my looming end,

When out of nowhere came a chance 

To love and shine again. 

My sister walked alongside me

As both of us were saved; 

Passed into caring, loving hands!

And so dawned this new day. 

In just one week, my place was found,

And better yet, I made

A friend to last a whole life long,

Who swore to keep me safe. 

I made a friend, a human friend, 

Who saw me as I was—

My wit, my charm, my brawn, my brains, 

My never-failing love.

I made a friend who needed me

The way that I need her—

Who feeds me, loves me, sings to me, 

Who heart for me does stir. 

I show her crazy, show her kind, 

Show her loving trust—

My life is good, her life is good,

This life is good for us. 

I show her crazy when she asks, 

I wheel and bolt away,

But she does know, and I do know,

That with her I shall stay.