Poetry. About my cat who bears false hunger.

Ask Not For Whom the Refried Beans
By Paul Klusman

Some refried beans half a can
Microwave a minute point five
Adding broccoli and salsa too
With saltines come alive

In my mouth a midday snack
Some bachelor kitchen fare
Not gourmet but good enough
What lazy hands prepare

When all at once a voice below
Sad eyes looking up at me
What meow pray tell inquire
Delicious smell for he

Is starving slow and wasting thin
Though food be in his dish
My cat makes known his tale of woe
Of woe as sad as this

Then to his chair to elevate
His voice to plead his case
A look of starving hunger
Upon his furry face

Relenting now I offer him
Still meowing pitiful poor
Scoop a bit into a bowl
And set upon the floor

Whereupon sniff and turn away
What desire just moments ago
Held such promise of wanting
Now rejection there bestow

So once again temptation's muse
Oh cat you falsely be
Ask not for whom the refried beans
The beans are not for thee