New Poem Day # 12...

Homecoming

When I came home
from school and noticed
that my dog Murphy
was missing, I asked
my mom where he was.
She told me they’d taken
him to live on a
farm where he would
have more room to run.
When I pointed out
that we already live
on a farm, Mom quickly
changed the subject to golf.
Which was odd, because
neither of us play golf.