One girl and her dog (adoption)

Faces at the kennel again,
I suppose I should move,
maybe a little stretch,
that’s me done back to mum,
keep my ears flat don’t look round,
soon be warm nuzzling down.
 
Snatched away inside a crate
carried like a takeaway,
holes in the side, car ride,
falling over into bends,
I cant stop the tremors, decompressed
I break the surface without mother,
hands pretend to play like brothers.
 
Faces at the window again,
makes my limbs tremble,
smile and be sure to get up,
giant in my cot,  
Those that can, stand
those that can’t, smile anyway they can.
Lost sailors waiting for the sharks,
treading above the shifting dark,
its mouth fits round my hips,
lifts and blankets me.
 
It’s cold, been told its my time,
outside for a car ride,
tree tops flash
like orphan home rats across  
blue broken tiles,
teeth and head vibrate with the door,
I never felt such things before.
 
'My room' she said in pink,
a net above my lice ridden head,
'just for show' he said,
I hope it keeps out the bites,
that come to crawl and pillow fight
every night.
 
Lipstick below my shaven fringe,
'please call me Anne',
so I won’t but I’m sure I can.
They gave me a life to look after,
its playful teeth nip at my wrist,
another mouth that wants me to exist,
and so I pinch soft skin and fur,
twist fingers round his pointed ear.
 
In this new place we need each other,
learning to be like sister and brother.