The Move Comments

you have managed to create some musicality without recourse to a rhyme pattern...and that is quite an achievement in its own great similitude... old house standing stoically amongst its companion stragglers like sporadic teeth in a gaping decayed mouth beaut word pic Biting, squalid, pitch hued November morn, concrete pavement, hopscotch feet targeted and lucid well written

You've captured all the unrest that a move can inflict on different members of a family, some hurt, some not really understanding, some indifferent, but the poor old mutt, ohhhhh.