Ram Dog
He always knew he was different
Last to be fed or let out
He perused magazines left on the sofa
Shunned at dog parks
He learned to appreciate small flowers
Lost near a farm
He saw animals with horns
Animals like him came close
Barked and turned away
He felt a connection to them
Wanted to speak
But a dusty van pulled up
Door opened and he jumped in
Glad to be different
Glad to be going home
