A Hungry Cat
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Meeeow. Meeeow. Meeeow.
Hungry. Dirty. Emaciated.
One could count its ribs.
Its meows were faint.
As the longing green eyes
Stared pleading—
Begging for just a morsel.
There, now, a bowl of milk
And some bread.
And a portion of meat.
Slowly and cautiously,
It approached the spoil
With a few soft meows—
As if to say thank you.
‘Thank you very much.'
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