Walterrean Salley - A Hungry Cat

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.”
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Walterrean Salley

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