The Adventures Of Pickle

For forty-seven days
You fell asleep on someone else’s kitchen floor
Waking someone in the middle of the night
You wanted to explore
I put up some fliers
Told everyone I know
And one day out of nowhere, you show up at home
As if nothing was wrong
Fat from the wet food
With just a few scratches
Covered in ashes from somebody’s dirty, old smokes
I’m sorry that I left you and flew far away
You warned me not to go, but I did anyway
And if I knew that you would leave
I never would have strayed away from you
But I don’t blame you
What kind of friend am I?