altheabashar - poem

03:26 am - poem

My little gray cat has grown so fat
I don't even recognize him anymore.

I used to cradle him in my arms,
He used to run around the house,

Now he sits at the foot of my bed
And begs me to feed him again.

It seems the buffet I prepare every day
Is never enough for my little gray cat.

Next week he'll expect to dine on frogs' legs and wine
But all I'll have is the same chicken liver.

Why has my little gray cat
grown so feeble and fat?

It must be his perpetual supper.

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