Pussy’s Plea

Please sir, don’t turn me from your door,

     I’m hungry and I’m lone;

Once I was fat, and nicely groomed,

     But now I’m skin and bone.

Once I was petted all the day,

     And fondled o’er and o’er

Please sir, give me a drop of milk,

     Don’t kick me from your door.

“Meow, meow,” please sir don’t drive

     Me to the barren street,

Until at least you’ve given me

     A crust of bread to eat.

                                                   

Please sir, I’ve lived around the block,

     In that big building gray;

The windows they are shuttered now,

     The folks have gone away.

I’d like to live ‘till they come back,

     And dwell in joy again;

But I will look so bad, I fear,

     They will not want me then.

“Meow, meow,” please sir don’t turn

     Me harshly from your door;

Please help me to exist until

     My friends return once more.

July 8, ‘09