A Hungry Cat Poem by Walterrean Salley
A Hungry Cat
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.'
Tamed wild.... beast had been down to the act of kindness.... If an animal could know how to soften their claws; why don't we human learn the same.... Full of wisdom and thanks for sharing a good poem.! ! !
Invariably persons who are nice to animals turn out to be wonderful characters. Love the poem.
aww. this is so moving. the movement of thought within this poem is so vivid. loved it. tfs.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Dear Walterrean Salley, I read your poem 'A Hungry Cat'. It is very nice. V.K.Kanniappan