Last Look

 

By Jean Bush

 

Starving little beggar cat,

 So thin and full of woe,

Sitting with your tail wrapped feet

Not flinching from your blows.

 

You sit there so patiently

Waiting for some food,

At last I sigh and just give in

So you won’t think I’m rude.

 

Do not assume you’ve gotten me

As I pat your scrawny head,

Do not think you’re gonna sleep

With your fleas upon my bed.

 

Your belly’s full, your ears were scratched

Yet somehow I think you know,

The door is cracked… you stop…look back

Then on your way you go.