Hungry. Dirty. Emaciated.
One could count its ribs.
Meeeow. Meeeow. Meeeow.
Its longing, green eyes stared.
Pleading.
Begging for just a morsel.
Its meeeow’s were faint.
There, now—a bowl of milk
And some bread.
And a portion of meat.
Slowly and cautiously,
It approached the spoils
With a few soft meeeow’s—
As if to say,
“Thank you very much.”
©
Walterrean Salley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hungry-cat/
