Begging
Slinking 'round your dining chair,
a soft paw appears
and sad soulful begging eyes,
then two pointed ears.
Cannot you see I'm craving
tiny bite of fish?
You can have that hard cat food
you left in my dish.
Cannot you see I'm starving
for a morsel small?
I know that you don't love me,
else, you'd heed my call.
Copyright © Terry Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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