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