Moving has always been stressful for the humans All the boxes and bags All the rushing around early in the day All the restless nights I sit, silently waiting to be useful Carrying my human from place to place Suddenly filled with possessions We travel South The old highway cuts through farms of old And small towns We arrive at my human’s new home My new home needs some work I enjoy the chilly dew on my face in the mornings Taking in the spring sunshine after days of grey skies Early one day, a few people arrive to fix…