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.