Brave, Little One

 

A little Box I call my home

But don't you fear I'm not alone

My two good friends are in my head

How, I wish my parents weren’t dead

A nice side street, a little alcove

 

An old hard box from some new stove

A plastic sheet I've placed atop

To keep out the rain and stop the rot

Garbage pails provide me food

I don't steal, I am good

 

My tenth Birthday is coming soon

Cloths are tight, will I bust out Boom

My parents gone one whole year

But, I'm okay never fear

BY: Anthony Mignone