by Erich Douglas - Lenk
(Pasco, Washington)

When Mother serves those big, green leaves,
I try not to make a face,
For I know that there is
a hungry cat beneath me.
When Mother sees my plate is clean,
Mother smiles and offers me some more.
I look under my chair and see my cat wants no more

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