Ayhan Diril

The kitten

There is a kitten that is cute and brown
Sitting in front of a butcher’s in this town.
At the shop window fixing his eyes
for a piece of liver it cries.

Hungry looks never make the butcher think,
Considering his body in the pink.
Hunger blurs its sight, meows in pain,
On this tiny body,hunger puts a great strain.

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